"The power grid just went dark."
Kira slammed her palm against the unresponsive console. The steady hum of the Leviathan, the sound that anchored her existence in this frozen wasteland, dissolved into an eerie silence. The light illuminating the command center flickered, turned orange, and died.
She stood in a void of shadows. Outside, the blizzard howled against the reinforced hull, a sound that suddenly felt predatory.
The generators failed, she thought, her fingers tracing the cold metal of the desk to find the emergency lamp. The suit electronics, the heat, the navigation. Everything is dead.
She scrambled toward the auxiliary relay panel near the bulkhead. Her boots skidded across the floor as she fumbled with the heavy latch. She pulled the lever, hoping for a manual restart, but
