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"Far, Far Away..." - Part Four

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Part Four The alarms faded. Not completely—but enough. Far enough away that the blaster fire no longer echoed through every corridor. Far enough that, for the first time since running… t hey could stop. Skeeta slowed first. Then Tabitha. Both of them were breathing hard as they ducked into a dimly lit maintenance corridor—narrow, quiet, lined with exposed piping and flickering panels. The hum of the station was lower here. Distant. Hidden… f or now. Tabitha leaned against the wall, clutching her chest. “Okay…okay…I am officially too old for this , dude .” Skeeta didn’t respond right away. He stood at the entrance, listening. Always listening. After a moment— “…We’re clear,” he said. Tabitha slid down the wall and sat on the cold floor. “Well, that’s comforting…in a ‘we’re probably gonna die later’ kind of way.” Skeeta glanced back at her. Then, slowly… h e sat down , too. Not close. But not far, either. A quiet settled between them. Not awkward. Just…unfamiliar. Tabitha looked...
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"Far, Far Away..." - Part Three

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  Part Three The breathing filled the room. Slow. Mechanical. Unnatural. Skeeta didn’t move. Tabitha didn’t breathe. The shadow stretched across the wall—long, distorted… inhuman. It swallowed the light, swallowing the room, swallowing them . Each step forward made the floor feel smaller beneath their feet. “Y’all…” Tabitha whispered, her voice barely holding together, “…that is not normal.” “No,” Skeeta murmured, eyes fixed ahead, body tense like a coiled spring. “…it isn’t.” The towering figure stopped just outside the cell. Silence. Then— a voice. Deep. Resonant. Cold enough to freeze bone. “You are…not from this place.” Tabitha blinked rapidly. “Oh! Well—uh—we’re actually just visiting—” “SILENCE.” The word didn’t echo. It pressed . Tabitha’s voice died instantly in her throat as if something had physically reached in and shut it off. Her eyes widened. Skeeta’s jaw tightened. “…Telekinetic authority,” he muttered under his breath. “…Lovely. Somewhere, Paul Atreides i...
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"Far, Far Away..." - Part Two

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  Part Two The Star Destroyer loomed like a god in the sky. Tabitha Thorne stood frozen in the middle of her quiet suburban street, frying pan trembling in her hand, wine still fogging the edges of her mind as reality shattered around her. “That…” she whispered, her voice barely holding together, “…that ain’t NASA.” Beside her, the man she had accused—the man she had cornered—was no longer looking at her. He was gazing up at the sky with something far more complex than fear. Recognition. “…Oh, that’s not good,” he muttered. “What do you mean, ‘not good’?!” Tabitha snapped, panic rising in her chest. “That thing is the size of—of—of Utah!” “Bigger,” he corrected under his breath. The roar intensified. A low, vibrating hum rolled through the neighborhood, rattling windows, setting off car alarms, and sending dogs into frantic barking fits. A beam of pale blue light descended. Tabitha didn’t even have time to scream. Now… Skeeta dragged a hand down his face, feeling very cramped in th...
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