If she allowed herself to stare into the wormhole’s vortex too long, she knew she would become mesmerized by its raw, omnipotent danger. That would not become a problem, Star knew, as she raced to place herself between the entity and Transport Three.
Transport ThreeA glance from the corner of her eye as she swept by the ship confirmed what she knew she would see. With her earpiece turned off she couldn’t hear their cries, and with the wormhole growing larger with each passing second, they couldn’t venture outside the ship to try and stop her. However, there was no way she could miss their terrified faces as they watched her attempt to save them.
“Ask Condemner,” she’d told them. Condemner had been one of the four she’d saved nearly three years ago from that other wormhole. It was he wh
