Arkan’s voice, amplified by the neural interface, boomed through the rig’s chaotic comms. "Maya, Luna… hold on. We’re coming for you." He felt the raw power of the Leviathan surge through him, a powerful, exhilarating wave of energy. I have this, he thought, a grim smile touching his lips. They underestimated me. He prepared to unleash a counter-attack, to turn the colossal bio-mechanical warship against its creators.
But the surge was too much. It wasn’t a connection he controlled, but a force that consumed him. The neural interface in his hand pulsed violently, then exploded in a shower of sparks, throwing him backward. A blinding white light erupted from his bio-interface tattoo, searing pain lancing through his arm, through his very brain. The Leviathan’s thrumming intensified, not in
