We didn't hit metal. We hit a silence so absolute it felt like a physical blow to the chest.
The impact of the Sovereign breaching the hull of the Nullity Command Ship wasn't an explosion of sparks and twisted steel. It was a plunge into a viscous, freezing heavy water. The void-shield didn't break; it swallowed us. The screaming white light of our thrusters was instantly snuffed out, replaced by a suffocating, velvety darkness that seemed to press against the very lenses of our eyes.
Then, gravity reasserted itself wrong, heavy, and sickening.
The Sovereign slammed onto a surface that felt like obsidian glass. The tires skidded on friction-less terrain, sending the bike into a violent spin. Dax locked his arms around my waist, his grip bruising even through the void-armor, as the bike
