A wave of distorted space washed over the ship. Alarms screamed. The lights dimmed. And Kaelen’s goggles showed the truth: 1H10 NATV wasn’t a natural object. It was a trap —an ancient, dormant weapon that had just detected mass.
And they did. Silent. Cold. Invisible to the living horror of 1H10 NATV. For six hours, they floated, until the singularity’s gravity well sighed and shifted, searching for a more interesting meal elsewhere. ums512 1h10 natv
It wasn’t a glowing orb or a swirling maelstrom. It was a hole —a perfect sphere of absolute black, rimmed by a thin, furious ring of blue-shifted light. It looked like an eye. An eye that was watching them. A wave of distorted space washed over the ship