The alarms screamed across the fleet. Red lights flashed on every bridge as the Seeker probe swarm hit like a storm.
Thousands of the sleek black machines poured out of a Fracture rift, their null-fields already slicing into resonance links. Ships lost power in chunks. Engines stuttered. Weapons went offline. The Source's voice boomed straight into every mind.
"Overfeed me. Break them with your flesh."
Elizabeth stood on the command throne, her uniform half-torn already. She gripped Aiden's shoulder hard enough to leave marks. "All stations. Total mobilization. Every crew member contributes pleasure. Keep minimal combat functions running. No exceptions."
Aiden nodded, already hard from the surge of Hunger Mode. The Source tendrils erupted from the throne floor, thick and ridged, pulsing with need.
