Lina exhaled. Her hand moved before her mind caught up—tapping the ship-to-ship channel.
Lina’s heart hit her ribs. Kim’s voice—low, laughing, slightly frayed from G-force. Pining For Kim -Tail-Blazer-
They stayed up the entire night cycle. Kim talked about the Fringe Rift. About a maneuver she called the Tail-Blaze —a trajectory so sharp, so precisely disobedient, it would leave a permanent scar of light across the nebula. “Proof I was here,” she said. “Even after I’m dust.” Lina exhaled
“Tail-Blazer,” she whispered. “Come home when you’re done breaking physics.” so precisely disobedient
“Always,” Lina replied. She pressed her palm flat against the console, grounding herself.
Lina called her home .