Captain Dani Devereaux paced back and forth in front of the floor-to-ceiling display in Osirion’s bridge, stopping to examine the black, gelatinous mass slowly engulfing the Raleigh. “How about now?”
“Still nothing on the long-range scanners.” Cassia Simpkins sighed, tossing herself back in her chair.
“Well, shit.” Dani briskly made her way to Cassia’s station, peering over her shoulder. “How long ago did you pick up the distress signal?”
“It started broadcasting about six hours ago, after we exited the wormhole. It’s not the pre-recorded message we got earlier, just the standard distress signal any Galactic Conglomerate ship can activate aftersystems failure when communication is not possible.”
“That’s activated manually. If someone’s alive over there, shouldn’t we do something?” Jag
