The Skybreaker hums different than the Array.
The Array’s resonance is all polished glass and disciplined frequency—like living inside a cathedral tuned for math. The Skybreaker is a bar fight with an engine. The hull creaks. The stormfield buffer whines when Sera pushes the throttle. There’s a permanent smell of ozone, metal, burnt caf and something citrus Theron spilled in a vent three cycles ago and never fixed.
We’re about halfway to Dock Seven-Lumen and my ring hasn’t cooled since we left Celestium.
Kaien made it look easy back at the Array: briefing in a clean room, schematics hovering, words like “Phase One” and “plausible deniability.” On the Skybreaker, Phase One looks like cramped bunks, shared air, and everyone pretending this is just another salvage run while Dock Seven wait
