
by Sweetprovidence2
For fifteen years, the crew of the Manifest Destiny have been ghosts in the void, conflict was a means to justify their breaths. A conflict was what they'd find. But in the deep dark, amidst the wreckage of the new enemy, something breaks. A weapon begins to weep. Admiral Irons must lead his fleet into a storm that will test the limits of their will, but the greatest threat isn't the enemy fleet waiting in the dark. It is the question growing in the hearts of his crew: If we were born to die, why are we so afraid of the dark?
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