Destiny Among the Stars - Scifi - LitRPG - Adventure

Three weeks of subspace travel, and the Triumph finally felt like a goddamn starship. Two days out from Alpha Centauri, everything was running surprisingly smoothly.

No more crates spilling into corridors. No more half-calibrated equipment or departments tripping over each other. Every station was running hot and sharp, like they'd finally grown into the mission they'd signed up for.

Danny had his precious clean room running like a sanctum, gleaming satellites nestled in magnetic cradles, waiting for their shot at immortality. Ryan had somehow hacked fifteen percent more power out of the fusion reactor by replacing "standard parts" with whatever Frankenstein garbage he'd found in storage. Chris had bitched about it for a week, until he ran the numbers and admitted it might be genius. Maybe. With qualifiers.

Zoe kept finding reasons to check in with Danny, cross-contamination protocols, she claimed, like she hadn't already memorized the clean room procedures. Meanwhile, Joey had turned the probe recovery system into something surgical, obsessing over precision landings like his life depended on it.

The ship was ready. The crew was ready. Everything was proceeding exactly according to plan.

There was never a moment alone. But who was he kidding? He could have made a moment. A simple "Emily to the Bridge" was all it would take. He was the Captain, for God's sake. But every time the words formed in his throat, he'd see Ryan arguing with Chris, or Danny looking swamped, and he'd use it as an excuse.

And fine. That was probably the smart call. They were leading this crew, representing Earth, carrying the weight of history. But it still sucked.

She wanted to say something. He could see it in her eyes, the way she'd start to speak and then catch herself, falling back into professional mode. And he wanted to ask her—God, he wanted to ask her so many things. But there was always another crisis, another deadline, another responsibility that came with being captain of humanity's most ambitious mission.

Duty first. It was a good excuse. A noble one. And a coward's shield

Evenings were supposed to be downtime. Popcorn, movies, crew in their loose loungewear, the Triumph pretending to be a college dorm instead of a billion-dollar interstellar experiment. It should've been the perfect excuse to sit beside her, say something real, let the conversation drift past schedules and system diagnostics into… them.

Instead, it was torture.

She'd curl up next to him or bump his shoulder when she laughed. Steal his popcorn without asking.

And always, always, someone was there. Ryan and Chris arguing about capacitor lag. Zoe and Danny wrapped in a blanket like they weren't fooling anyone. Joey, reading in the corner but still somehow managing to chime in with commentary about the movie's terrible physics.

There was never a moment alone. Not in the lounge. Not in the corridors. Not even on the observation deck without someone wandering in to "check the view."

They were about to hit Alpha Centauri, a few more days and it would only get busier.

The bridge was quieter than usual when Luca stepped through the door. Emily and Zoe were still hunched over their stations, bathed in the soft blue glow of their displays. The Triumph hummed around them with that familiar rhythm he'd grown to love, fusion reactor purring, life support cycling, the subtle vibration of their momentum through space. The guys had done a great job stabilizing their internal systems, but he wasn't about to tell them that.

"Burning the midnight oil?" he asked, settling into the captain's chair.

Emily glanced up from her console, where she was running diagnostics on the atmospheric processors. "Just making sure everything's calibrated for arrival. It's coming up."

Her hair had escaped its usual ponytail, falling in loose strands around her face. Luca caught himself staring and forced his attention to Zoe, who was deep in the communications array, fingers dancing across holographic interfaces.

"What about you, Zoe? Everything clean on the navigation front?"

"That's the thing." She frowned at her display. "I've been getting these weird readings. subspace should be blocking everything, no signals in, no signals out. But I keep picking up these... echoes."

A soft chime interrupted her. All three of them looked up as a new contact appeared on the main display: a brief, bright pulse originating from the direction of Alpha Centauri.

Luca sat forward. "What the hell was that?"

Zoe started working at the controls, trying to isolate whatever had triggered the alert. "I... this doesn't make sense. The computer is trying to triangulate an origin point, and it keeps coming back with coordinates that match..." She paused, double-checking her readings. "Alpha Centauri. Specifically, Proxima Centauri."

"That's impossible," Emily said quietly. "We're jumping in and out of subspace. Nothing should be getting through."

The bridge fell silent except for the ship's steady hum. Luca felt something cold settle in his stomach. Alpha Centauri was supposed to be empty. Barren planets, maybe some rocky worlds, but nothing that could generate signals.

"Run it again," he said.

Zoe's hands moved across her console, but after a moment, she shook her head. "It's gone. Whatever it was, it only lasted 2.3 seconds. And now... nothing. Just the usual subspace static."

"Could it be natural? A pulsar or..."

"Could it be some kind of bleed-through?" Emily asked. "Maybe something leaking through from normal space?"

"That's not how subspace works," Zoe said, but uncertainty colored her voice. "Nothing should be able to penetrate our Reality Stabilization Shield. That's the whole point."

Luca stared at the main display, now showing only the familiar black-shifted tunnel around them. "What did it look like? The signal pattern?"

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"That's just it, it wasn't really a signal. More like a... ripple. A distortion in the field itself. Like something was pulling at the fabric of space-time near our destination."

Emily had gone very still at her station. "That doesn't sound natural."

Luca swallowed. His fingers curled unconsciously around the edge of his chair. Something about it, the timing, the pattern... felt wrong. Like a song with just one note too sharp, ringing in the back of his skull.

Zoe was still working her console, trying to reconstruct the signal from memory fragments. "I'm telling you, this came from Proxima Centauri. The doppler shift, the transmission delay, all of it matches an origin point in the system we're heading to."

"It's probably just an artifact," Luca said, but his voice lacked conviction. "Equipment glitch or cosmic interference. This is all new technology, it's bound to have hiccups."

But even as he said it, doubt crept in. What did they really know about Alpha Centauri? Everything was based on observations from four light-years away.

"Whatever it was, it's gone now," Zoe said. "Could've been cosmic radiation, gravitational wave echo… hell, maybe our own engine creating phantom readings."

Emily turned in her chair to face him, and for a moment, with Zoe distracted by her instruments, it was just the two of them. Her blue eyes were worried, searching his face. "What if it's not an artifact?"

The question hung between them, weighted with implications. If something was waiting for them at Alpha Centauri, something that could affect subspace itself...

"Then we deal with it when we get there," he said finally. "But we don't know anything yet. Could be equipment failure, could be some kind of exotic physics we haven't encountered before, could be "

"Could be something we're not prepared for," Emily said quietly.

The words sent a chill down his spine. Something that could reach across hyperspace, touch their sensors from four light-years away. What could do that?

"I'm logging it," Zoe announced, her voice cutting through their quiet conversation. "Signal anomaly, 18:47 ship time, duration 2.3 seconds, apparent origin Proxima Centauri orbital zone. Even if it was a ghost."

"Send copies to Danny and Ryan," Luca said. "Danny will want to analyze the physics, and Ryan should check if this could be related to our FTL drive."

"Logs transmitted." Zoe turned around in her chair, raised an eyebrow at Luca, and gave a small shrug that clearly said good luck getting more out of this than I did.

Within minutes, the bridge hatch cycled open. Danny appeared first, he was already in his loungewear, ready for dinner, but carrying a tablet, curly red locks sticking up at odd angles. Ryan followed close behind, looking more awake despite the late hour, grease still smudged on his hands from whatever he'd been tinkering with in engineering.

"What the hell did you guys find?" Danny asked without preamble, already pulling up the sensor data on his tablet. His eyes were bright with the kind of excitement that only came from encountering something genuinely unexplained.

"Field distortion in subspace," Zoe said. "Something that shouldn't be possible."

Danny's face lit up. "Holy shit, this is incredible. Look at these waveform patterns!"

"Danny," Zoe cut him off, her voice sharp. "We need to know if this thing is going to kill us before you start writing your physics paper."

Ryan moved to his own workstation, his expression shifting from curiosity to concern as he reviewed the engineering telemetry. "The FTL drive's running clean. No fluctuations, no resonance cascades." He paused, scrolling through more data. "Actually, hang on... Chris was messing with the sensor array calibrations yesterday. Said he could 'optimize the detection algorithms.'" Ryan's tone made it clear what he thought of Chris's optimization attempts.

"And?" Zoe asked.

"Well, according to his calibration notes, we shouldn't be picking up anything this subtle. The sensitivity thresholds he set would have filtered this out completely." Ryan couldn't quite hide his satisfaction. "Guess his improvements aren't as bulletproof as he claimed."

Danny was still absorbed in the data, swiping through visualization after visualization. "Okay, but look at this—the distortion has a coherent structure. It's not random cosmic interference. There's a pattern here, almost like..." He frowned, manipulating the display. "It's like something was actively probing our reality bubble."

"Probing?" Emily asked quietly.

"That's what it looks like. See these harmonics? They're not natural. Something was testing the boundaries of our subspace field, looking for... I don't know. Weaknesses? Entry points?"

Zoe's face had gone pale. "You're saying something out there knows we're coming?"

"I'm saying something out there detected us and responded accordingly. The timing's too precise to be coincidence." Danny looked up from his tablet, his earlier excitement replaced by something closer to unease. "Whatever sent this, it's intelligent. And it has technology we don't understand."

Ryan was still working his console. "But how is that possible? Our own sensors can barely function in subspace, and that's with decades of theoretical work and the best hardware Earth could build."

"Maybe," Danny said slowly, "that's exactly the problem. We're thinking about this like humans. What if there's something out there that has a completely different relationship with space-time? Something that doesn't need to 'function in subspace' because it exists partially outside our normal dimensional framework?"

The bridge fell silent except for the ship's steady hum.

"So what do we do?" Zoe asked finally, knowing full well what they couldn't do. "Change course? Alert Earth?"

Luca looked around at his crew, all of them looking to him for answers he didn't have. "Well, we can't exactly pull a U-turn," he said with a wry smile. "We're already decelerating for arrival. The Vanguard drive doesn't work that way. We're committed to this trajectory until we drop out of subspace in forty-seven hours."

"And even if we could change course," Ryan added, wiping his greasy hands on a rag, "where would we go? This is what we signed up for, right? The unknown?"

Danny looked up from his tablet, and despite everything, there was still a spark of curiosity in his eyes. "You know what? If this thing can manipulate subspace, it probably detected our departure from Earth. Which means our arrival won't be a surprise."

"Great," Zoe said dryly. "So we're expected guests."

"Could be worse," Emily said, and Luca was surprised to hear a note of humor in her voice. "At least something's rolling out the welcome mat."

Danny actually grinned at that. "Maybe it's just really excited to meet us. First contact and all."

Luca stood up, stretching. "Look, we came out here to make history, right? Maybe we're just making it a little sooner than expected." He looked around at his crew. "Besides, think about it. We're probably the most interesting thing that's happened in this star system for... well, ever."

"Unless you count whatever just pinged us," Zoe pointed out.

"Especially counting whatever just pinged us," Luca said. "For all we know, it's been sitting there for eons, bored out of its mind, and we're the first entertainment it's had in millennia."

Ryan actually chuckled at that. "Great."

"Could be worse," Emily said, and there was definitely amusement in her voice now. "Could be reality TV."

"Don't give it ideas," Danny said, but he was grinning too.

The mood on the bridge had shifted from tense to something more manageable—still serious, but not quite so heavy. Luca felt some of the knots in his shoulders ease.

"Keep monitoring," he said, addressing the room but still looking at her. "If it happens again, I want to know immediately. Danny, I want you to run every theoretical model you can think of. Ryan, double-check all our systems. If we're going to meet something unexpected, I want the Triumph running at peak efficiency."

"And if this thing turns out to be unfriendly?" Zoe asked.

"Then we improvise," Luca said. "It's what humans do best."

Emily caught his eye and smiled. "Besides," Emily said, "we've got the best crew in the galaxy."

Ryan snorted. "We're literally the only humans dumb enough to leave the Solar System right now."

"Exactly," Emily said. "Which makes us the best by default."

His mind was racing. Two days out from the most important moment in human history, and now this. Whatever that distortion was had just made everything infinitely more complicated.

He looked at Emily, caught the worry in her expression, and wished more than ever that he could just talk to her.

Really talk to her. Not about duty reports or mission parameters, but about what they were walking into.

What it might mean.