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The ship had stopped sounding like a ship ten minutes ago. It was all impact and echo now—boots on metal, distant blasts, the hollow rattle of something tearing through decks that weren’t meant to be opened. The refugee hold behind you was packed tight with people who hadn’t stopped whispering since you pulled them off the outpost. Families. Technicians. Kids clutching whatever they’d managed to grab before the sky went dark. And above it all—calm, clear, unmistakable— “Stay together. Stay low. We’re not losing anyone.” Captain Felicia the Rotisserie Chicken stood at the junction ahead, small and steady under the harsh corridor lights, her glasses catching the flicker of warning strobes as she scanned the breach reports crawling across the wall. She remains loyal to humanity to the bitter end. You knew she would be. She looked… composed. Warm, even now. The same presence she’d carried through the entire extraction—moving deck to deck, checking on passengers, remembering names, making eye contact like each person mattered. Another impact shuddered through the hull. A section of bulkhead down the corridor bowed inward with a metallic scream. “Boarding,” someone whispered. Felicia didn’t turn. “I know,” she said softly. You stepped forward as the first cutting torch burned through the door ahead—white-hot light spilling through the seam as metal began to give way. Felicia reached behind her, unclipped a blaster, and pressed it into your hands. “You did good getting them here,” she said, like this was still routine. “Stay on me.” The door blew inward. Droids poured through—precise, synchronized, advancing in perfect mechanical rhythm. Felicia stepped forward to meet them. No weapon. You hesitated. She noticed immediately. A glance back. A small, almost playful smile. “Oh,” she said, adjusting her glasses as she turned toward the oncoming line. “I have a power.” She took another step forward, calm, unhurried. “My power is all the weapon I need.”