Lost Among the Stars
Copyright© 2025 by Sol Tangoran
Chapter 5: Awakening the Beast
The dreadnought hung in the void like a slumbering titan. A vessel built for war, forgotten by time.
And now, it was mine to claim.
The realization sent a shiver down my spine.
I stood at the forward viewport of my newly acquired ship, staring at the behemoth before me. Even with battle scars lining its hull, it was magnificent; a warship from a bygone era, waiting to be reborn.
“Initiating docking procedures,” G’Lan announced.
My smaller vessel, a Narn attack cruiser that had become my lifeline, slowly approached the dreadnought’s side, heading for what looked like a docking port near its midsection.
The closer we got, the more I could see the details of the ship’s design. Massive plasma turrets, long since deactivated. Missile silos that could probably launch weapons the size of fighter craft. Armor plating thick enough to withstand a full-scale bombardment.
This was more than just a ship.
It was a fortress among the stars.
A tremor passed through the deck as the docking clamps latched onto the dreadnought’s hull with a dull clunk. A deep, reverberating hiss filled the air as the pressurization process began.
I exhaled. No turning back now.
The airlock hissed open.
Cold, stale air greeted me as I stepped through the threshold, my boots echoing against metal grates. The ship’s interior was dark, lifeless. No hum of active systems, no glowing control panels. Just silence.
I switched on my wrist-mounted light, the beam cutting through the shadows.
The corridors were massive, designed for a crew of hundreds, maybe thousands. But now, they were empty. A tomb of steel, waiting to be revived.
“Alright, G’Lan,” I muttered, my voice barely above a whisper. “Where do we start?”
The AI’s voice crackled through my earpiece. “Main power is offline. We must reach the central control chamber and initiate a full reboot of the ship’s core systems.”
I nodded and pressed forward, deeper into the belly of the beast.
Navigating the ship was surreal.
Every step I took sent up small clouds of dust from the decks, untouched for centuries. The walls bore signs of battle—scorch marks, impact craters, remnants of old conflicts.
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