Jax checked his fuel. He had enough for one jump. The coordinates followed the string: .
Jax looked at the screen as the final sequence flashed: The hunt was over. The harvest had begun. jovnzwv-dr-6908-rtbhs-nworrfa-kys-24-43-isnx-ixiyisr
As the ship tore through the fabric of space, the silence of the nebula swallowed them. There, suspended in a web of ionized gas, sat a jagged silhouette. It wasn't a ship anymore; it was a ghost of steel and wire. Jax checked his fuel
As the console powered up one last time, a low hum vibrated through Jax’s boots. The nebula outside began to shift. The "stars" weren't stars—they were eyes. Thousands of them, waking up to the signal he had just completed. jovnzwv-dr-6908-rtbhs-nworrfa-kys-24-43-isnx-ixiyisr