Selene lay on the cold floor of the Radiant Dragon"s deck, cheek pressed against the ship"s structure, feeling the stresses pulling it to pieces as it fell. A scream rang in her mind, but whether it was hers, or the ship"s, or someone else"s, she couldn"t tell.
The metaspace drives finally gave in, or burned out, submitting to the ship"s inevitable destruction. There was a moment of the purest calm, the struggle ended, the ship"s life little more than the faintest hum against the side of her face. She let herself breathe as she studied the ship"s structural data, intrigued to see how the end would come, what the effect on the ship and therefore her body would be. Intellectual curiosity combined with fury, fear, but also an acceptance in her mind. Ondo had been right, at least. She wasn"
