The ship shuddered violently. The artificial gravity failed, and Elara grabbed the railing. Through the viewport, she saw the stars behind them—the real stars of their home galaxy—shrinking into a tiny dot of light.
Elara froze. "What?"
"Reset," she whispered.
The white geometric figures from the probe's transmission were now visible through the glass of the bridge, looming large, their forms blinding. They were holding the Icarus Rising . itiankong