They were watching her. Linuka Omga was certain. Tiny flickers appeared in the corner of her eye, shadows disrupting the endless white plane of her prison. At first she dismissed them as hallucinations, the product of endless isolation and boredom. But the flickers returned. Again and again. This was no glitch. Someone had found her body. Someone was watching.

“Tell them they have to have faith.” The lie should have collapsed. Instead, it grew. As the Ghosts demand proof that she speaks for the prophet 4007, the Linuka reaches into fragmented memories and forgotten truths to forge something more powerful than evidence: belief. But on Green Wave, the real future is already growing.

The plan went unplanned. Green Wave should have been a routine arrival. Instead, Commander Cha Dzeeny finds armed warships waiting where none should exist. The machine prophet is gone. The future is uncertain. And negotiations may be very short.