Eaglecraft 12110 Upd Apr 2026

Jalen tethered a drone. It hummed closer and projected the buoy’s logs. The audio was grainy at first—static, an old song, a voice threading through the noise.

They altered course for UPD and found the outpost by the way the sky bent around it: a ring of tethered habitats circling a core of processing towers, haloing a crater rim. The station’s beacons were dimmed and laced with static the way a lantern is when its fuel runs low.

“What does it want?” Mira asked.