Blue simmered with rage, barely keeping it under wraps behind a mask of obedient silence. He drifted through the ship’s sterile, metallic corridors like a shadow, unseen and underestimated—a predator in prey’s clothing. Every step echoed with memories of what he’d lost, each one a silent accusation aimed at the chattering, oblivious crewmates who had stolen his past.

Vengeance. The word beat in his skull, as steady as his pulse, drowning out the mechanical drone of the engines. Vengeance for his family. For the life torn away. For a future that no longer existed.

He saw her face—her laughter, her eyes bright as nebulae. He remembered his child, a smaller, brighter echo of himself. Both gone now, reduced to ghosts haunting the empty spaces inside him. Their absence gnawed at him, a wound that refused to heal.

The crew carried on, joking about repairs, navigation, the endless black stretching beyond their tiny world. Blue listened from the periphery, every word a fresh reminder of the injustice he’d suffered, every laugh a scratch on raw nerves.

He’d pieced together the truth from intercepted messages, whispers snatched from the static. His family’s deaths hadn’t been random. They’d been targeted—destroyed by order of a hidden group operating inside the crew’s own ranks. To them, he was a threat, an anomaly to be erased.

Worse, his son hadn’t died in the explosion. He’d been taken, hidden away in some secret lab, subjected to experiments that twisted science into cruelty. Blue had seen stolen images: his boy trapped in a cell, small and terrified, prodded and poked by hands that saw him as nothing but a specimen.