The Peregrine's hull had torn open like a crushed can. Metal plates lay scattered across alien soil, some still smoking from the friction of atmospheric entry, others twisted into shapes that made engineering degrees useless. The crash had carved a trench through the landscape that stretched back maybe half a kilometer, dirt and stone pushed into ridges on either side like someone had dragged a giant plow through the earth.

Noah stood at the edge of the wreckage, looking out at a world that made his brain itch.

The sky was wrong. Not dangerous wrong, just different in ways that kept catching his attention. Three moons hung visible despite what his body clock insisted should be afternoon. One was massive, close enough that he could make out craters on its surface without squinting. The other two were smaller, further out, and all three were positioned at angles that Earth's moon never managed. Rings cut across the horizon, thin bands of debris or ice that caught sunlight and threw it back in colors that shifted between blue and silver.

The vegetation was recognizable as vegetation, but barely. Trees grew in clusters, their trunks thick at the base and tapering as they rose, branches spreading out in layers that reminded him of umbrella frames. The leaves were too blue, too vibrant, like someone had taken Earth's color palette and cranked the saturation until it started looking fake. Grass covered the ground in patches, except the blades were wider and flatter, overlapping each other like roof tiles.

In the distance, past the immediate forest, structures rose from the landscape. Calling them mountains felt insufficient. They curved upward in ways that gravity shouldn't allow, stone formations that spiraled and twisted, some of them creating complete loops before reconnecting with the ground. Vegetation clung to their surfaces, green and blue growth following the impossible angles. Water fell from some of the higher formations, streams that defied logic by flowing upward before gravity remembered its job and pulled them back down.

Behind him, crew members were stumbling out of the wreckage, many of them looking worse than the ship. One engineer had blood running down the side of his face from a gash above his ear. A navigation officer was limping, favoring her left leg. Others seemed physically intact but mentally somewhere else, the kind of thousand-yard stare that came from surviving something that should have killed them.

Angel emerged from the ship's interior, moving with purpose despite the crash, her hand already counting heads. She pointed at crew members as she counted aloud, her voice carrying across the crash site.

"Thirty-two, thirty-three, thirty-four—you, over there, are you injured? No? Good, stay visible so I can count you—thirty-five, thirty-six..."

Noah walked back toward where Sophie and Lila were standing near a relatively intact section of hull. Both looked bruised but otherwise okay, their beast suits having absorbed most of the impact trauma.

"This doesn't make sense," Sophie said quietly as Noah approached. "Harbingers targeting a diplomatic transport in the middle of nowhere? There's no strategic value. No military significance. The governor isn't important enough to justify deploying that many pods."

"Unless they weren't targeting us specifically," Lila added. She was staring at the distant spiraling formations, her expression troubled. "What if we just flew into something that was already happening?"

Noah shook his head. "The pods changed course to intercept. I watched them adjust trajectory. They were coming for this ship."

"Then why?" Sophie asked. "What's the angle? And that crew member who died before the attack, the one with the missing access card—that can't be coincidence."

Angel's voice cut through their conversation. "Forty-one, forty-two, forty-three—that's everyone except the governor and Agent Davids. Someone get on comms and tell them it's safe to exit the panic room."

One of the security personnel moved toward the wreckage, speaking into his comm device. After a moment, he gave Angel a thumbs up.

Minutes passed. Noah watched the torn opening in the Peregrine's side, waiting. Finally, two figures emerged. Governor Sebastian looked shaken but physically unharmed, his expensive suit torn and dirty but his politician's composure mostly intact. Behind him came Lyra, wearing the same navigator uniform she'd had on earlier, moving with caution as she helped the governor navigate the unstable footing.

Noah felt his jaw tighten. 'She was alone with him. In the panic room. While we were fighting Harbingers.'

Lila noticed it too. "Wait, that's—"

"Lyra," Sophie finished, her voice going flat.

The governor was asking questions before his feet hit solid ground. "Is everyone accounted for? What's our casualty count? Where exactly are we?"

Angel moved to intercept him, falling into step beside Sebastian as she delivered her report. "Forty-three survivors including yourself, sir. We lost five during the Harbinger breach and crash. Current location is unknown, we're on an uncharted planet. Communications are completely down, I can't reach anyone on any channel."

"Completely down?" Sebastian's politician face slipped slightly. "The quantum-entangled systems were supposed to be unhackable, unjammable—"

"They are, sir. Which means this isn't jamming. It's something else. Environmental interference maybe, though I've never seen anything block quantum entanglement before."

Noah, Sophie, and Lila watched this exchange, but their attention kept pulling back to Lyra. She stood slightly behind the governor, her expression neutral, professional. Like she belonged there. Like she hadn't betrayed them months ago and disappeared after selling them out to Arthur.

Angel turned and walked toward them, Lyra following a step behind.

"I believe you're familiar with Agent Lyra Davids," Angel said. Her tone carried something Noah couldn't quite place. "She's been operating under deep cover as ship personnel, but given our situation, I'm bringing her identity into the open. Agent Davids is EDF Vanguard, assigned to the governor's protection detail as additional security. I made the call to have her guard the governor during the attack while you three handled the Harbingers."

Lyra stepped forward, and something that resembled a friendly smile crossed her face. "Good to see you again, Noah. Sophie." Her eyes moved to Lila, and the smile stayed in place but her gaze sharpened with curiosity. "I don't believe we've met."

"Lila Rowe," Lila said, her voice carrying ice underneath the words. "Third generation telekinetic and chronokinetic."

"Rowe?" Lyra's eyebrows rose slightly. "Interesting. Small world." She looked back at Noah and Sophie. "I know you all quit after the tribunal. Left the Vanguard program, started your own faction. I'm glad to see Pathfinder Team Seven is doing well, even if we're not working together anymore."

Noah forced himself to smile. The expression felt wrong on his face but he held it. "We're managing. What about you? Last I heard, things got complicated after everything went down."

"They did," Lyra said, and something flickered in her expression before the pleasant mask returned. "But I'm working on regaining favor with command. This mission was supposed to help with that, but—" she gestured at the crashed ship behind them, "—clearly the universe had other plans."

Sophie's hand had moved closer to her plasma blade hilts. Not threatening, just ready. "Must be nice, having Angel's trust."

"Trust is earned through competence," Lyra replied smoothly. "I do my job well. That's all that matters."

Angel cut through the exchange. "Enough catching up. We have immediate problems that need addressing." She pulled up a holographic display from her wrist device, showing a basic readout of their situation. "One, we're stranded on an uncharted planet with no communications. Two, we have wounded who need medical attention. Three, those Harbinger pods came from somewhere, and I'm not assuming we killed all of them. Four, this crash site is visible from orbit, from the air, from basically anywhere with line of sight. We're exposed."

She looked at each of them in turn. "I need ideas. Anything."

Lyra spoke first. "We need to move. A crash this size will draw attention within hours. If there's a Harbinger mothership in this system, they'll send forces to investigate. Staying here turns us into targets."

Angel nodded slowly. "Agreed. We establish a temporary camp away from the crash site, somewhere defensible, then work on long-term survival and extraction." She looked at Noah. "Any objections from Eclipse?"

Noah could feel Lyra's eyes on him. Sophie and Lila were both tense, waiting for his response.

'Something's wrong. Lyra wouldn't just help us unless she had a reason. And being alone with the governor during the attack? That's too convenient.'

"No objections," Noah said carefully. "Moving makes sense. The longer we stay here, the worse our position gets. When we move to a safer area, preferably under the shade then I'll—"

"I think we should get to it now, Eclipse. No point wasting time, right?" Lyra said staring at Noah.

"Right," Noah said.

Angel's expression suggested she'd been expecting an argument, but she didn't waste time questioning his agreement. "Then we pack what supplies we can carry and start moving in thirty minutes. I've already sent a distress signal on all frequencies to both Earth and our hosts on Raiju Prime when the initiatial incidence happened. Hopefully someone receives it and sends extraction, but we can't count on that." She turned to address the larger group. "Everyone, gather essential supplies only. Water, food, medical equipment, weapons. Leave everything else."

The crew began moving with purpose born from training and survival instinct. Noah watched Angel walk back toward the governor, already organizing protection details and supply distribution.

Lyra lingered for a moment, and the friendly expression she'd been wearing dropped away like a mask being removed. What replaced it was colder, sharper.

Sophie spoke first, her voice low enough that only the four of them could hear. "You did this. The attack, the crash, all of it."

"Did I?" Lyra's smile turned into something that showed too many teeth. "That's a serious accusation. Can you prove it?"

"You were the last person with the dead engineer," Lila said. "You had access to restricted areas. And now you've somehow positioned yourself as the governor's personal protector."

"I was assigned there by Angel," Lyra corrected. "Should I have refused and made myself suspicious? Besides, what exactly do you think I did? Summoned Harbingers? Crashed the ship through willpower?"

"You're working for Arthur," Noah said quietly.

Lyra's expression didn't change, but something flickered behind her eyes. "Prove it."

Angel's voice called out from across the crash site, addressing crew members about supply distribution. Lyra glanced in that direction, then back at the three of them. When she spoke again, her voice dropped to barely above a whisper.

"The governor has dark chi in his head. Right against his brain stem. I put it there while we were in the panic room together." She watched their reactions, clearly enjoying the moment. "One wrong move from any of you, and I detonate it. He dies instantly. So here's what's going to happen. You're going to play along. You're going to pretend we're all working together. And you're not going to use any of those convenient abilities I know you have, Noah, because the moment I sense you trying anything with that dimensional ability of yours, Sebastian's brain becomes soup."

Noah immediately tried to perceive dark chi around the governor and he could see it now. Dark chi threaded through the governor's head like invasive roots, red and white energy pulsing faintly. Lila would see it too if she looked, anyone trained in chi manipulation could. But to everyone else, the governor would seem perfectly normal.

Lyra continued, "And before you consider trying to remove it manually, the chi is threaded through his neural pathways. Pulling it out would kill him just as surely as detonating it. I'm very good at what I do."

She started walking away, then paused. "Oh, and trying to tell Angel won't help. After all, who's the credentialed EDF agent here, and who are the kids who quit to play faction? On the off chance you succeed and she believes you, you know what would happen to dear Sebastian,"

Then she was gone, heading back toward where Angel was coordinating the supply effort, leaving the three of them standing in silence.

Lila's hands were clenched into fists. Sophie's expression had gone carefully blank.

Noah focused his chi sense and confirmed what Lyra had said. The dark chi was woven through Sebastian's brain like a bomb waiting to detonate, and removing it would require surgical precision they didn't have time for with Lyra there. This was the same method the Purge used to steal abilities from people back at the academy he remembered well.

'She's got us completely boxed in,' Noah thought. 'We could escape anytime. Domain Travel, take everyone including the governor straight to Raiju Prime or back to Earth. But if I gather everyone, she detonates the chi before I can complete the technique. The governor dies, and we fail the mission protecting the one person we were hired to keep alive.'

"We can't just leave him like this," Lila said quietly.

"We're not," Noah replied. "But we can't act until we have a clean opening. Right now, Lyra has all the advantages. She knows we can't expose her without proof Angel would accept. She knows we won't risk killing the governor. And she's positioned herself perfectly to watch everything we do."

"So what's the plan?" Sophie asked.

"We go along with it. For now. We move with the group, we play our roles, and we wait for her to make a mistake." Noah looked at both of them. "Lyra's smart, but she's not perfect. Eventually she'll create an opening we can exploit. When that happens, we end this."

Thirty minutes passed quickly.

The crew organized themselves with surprising efficiency, dividing supplies among those capable of carrying them, establishing a marching order that put the injured in the middle and armed personnel on the perimeter. Angel took point with a small security team, Noah and his group were positioned near the governor and Lyra, and rear security was handled by the remaining crew members with combat training.

They started moving just as the light began shifting. The three moons were changing position in ways that didn't make sense, their orbital mechanics completely alien. The massive one was moving fast enough that Noah could track its progress across the sky, while the other two seemed almost stationary by comparison. The ring system caught light differently as angles changed, creating patterns of illumination that played across the landscape in bands of blue and silver.

The air felt heavy when he breathed, denser than Earth standard but not uncomfortable. Each breath felt substantial, like he was taking in more oxygen than normal despite the pressure being only slightly higher. The temperature was mild, warm enough that walking would cause sweating eventually but cool enough that nobody was suffering yet.

They walked through forest that grew denser as they moved away from the crash site. The umbrella trees created layers of shade, their overlapping canopies filtering light into shades of blue and green. Smaller plants grew between the trunks, something resembling ferns except their fronds moved when there was no wind, slowly tracking the shifting sunlight.

Angel walked near the front, rigid posture suggesting she was maintaining control through sheer force of will.

The governor now stayed close to her, asking occasional questions that she answered with professional courtesy despite obvious stress. Lyra moved with them, playing the role of concerned protector, and to anyone watching she would seem exactly like what Angel believed her to be.

Four hours of walking brought them to a clearing that Angel deemed defensible. A rock formation created a natural windbreak on one side, the forest provided cover from aerial observation, and a small stream ran nearby, water moving over stones with a sound almost identical to Earth streams despite everything else being wrong.

"We set up here," Angel announced. "Medical team, check the wounded again. Everyone else, establish a perimeter and start preparing shelter. We don't know this planet's day-night cycle, so we work on the assumption that darkness could come anytime."

The crew began setting up camp immediately. Portable shelters were erected, medical supplies organized, weapons distributed. Noah helped where he could, but his attention kept drifting to the sky, to those three moons and the ring system and the distant spiraling formations that shouldn't exist.

The largest moon dominated maybe twenty degrees of the visible sky, its surface covered in patterns of craters and dark patches that looked almost regular, almost designed. The smaller moons were positioned at angles that made their orbits seem impossible, one of them partially obscured by the rings which created strange visual effects as it moved behind the debris field. The rings themselves were clearer now, thin bands made of countless small objects that caught sunlight and scattered it in glittering arcs across the horizon.

'This world operates on different rules,' Noah thought. 'Not just the obvious things like the moons and rings. Everything feels slightly off. The way light refracts through the atmosphere. The way sounds carry through the dense air. Even the way my chi feels different here, like the planet's natural energy is interfering with my internal flow.'

Angel called a meeting once camp was established. The core group gathered near the central shelter—Angel, the governor, Lyra, Noah, Sophie, and Lila—with a few senior crew members standing nearby.

"We need to discuss security through the night," Angel said. "We don't know how long night lasts here, we don't know what predators might be active, and we know for certain that Harbingers are somewhere on this planet. I'm proposing single-person watch rotations. One person stays alert while everyone else rests, rotating every few hours to prevent exhaustion."

Noah felt ice settle in his stomach. 'That means Lyra gets solo watch time. Hours alone while everyone else is vulnerable.'

But it also meant opportunity. If Lyra was the only one awake during her rotation, she'd be isolated. One quick strike using his superior speed, one precise application of chi to extract the dark energy without triggering detonation, and this situation could end.

'Or I kill the governor trying. Or she detonates it the moment she senses me moving. Or a dozen other things go catastrophically wrong.'

"Any objections?" Angel asked, looking around the group.

Noah caught Lyra's eyes across the small space. She was watching him with an expression that said she knew exactly what he was thinking, knew the calculations running through his mind about watch rotations and opportunities, and was confident he wouldn't risk it.

"No objections," Noah said.

The meeting dissolved. People moved toward their assigned shelters. Noah, Sophie, and Lila ended up in one of the portable structures, barely large enough for three people but offering privacy for the first time since the crash.

The moment they were inside with the entrance sealed, Lila spoke. "We can't let her have solo watch. That's asking for disaster."

"I know," Noah replied, keeping his voice low despite the shelter's insulation. "But I'm staying up regardless of the rotation. The moment I see an opening, something she's not anticipating, I'm taking it. My enhanced speed means I can close distance before she can react, and if I can reach the governor, I might be able to extract the dark chi directly."

"Might," Sophie repeated. "That's a lot of risk for might."

"You have a better idea?"

Silence answered him.

Outside their shelter, Noah could hear the sounds of camp settling in. Crew members talking quietly, weapons being checked, someone coughing. The alien forest around them created its own sounds, rustling that didn't match wind patterns, calls from creatures they couldn't see, the constant background noise of a living ecosystem operating on rules they didn't understand.

'We're trapped,' Noah thought. 'Not by the planet, but by one person with dark chi and the willingness to kill an innocent man to maintain her position. Somewhere out there, Harbingers are hunting. We survived the crash, survived the initial attack, but this isn't over. Not even close.'

He lay back on the thin bedding with his two girlfriends by his side, staring at the shelter's ceiling, calculating odds and waiting for darkness to either bring opportunity or disaster.

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