The Extra's Rise

Kade spread a new map. No projector. Paper taped to Tycho's steel table.

"Teeth are live. Now we see if the jaw works," he said. "Two drills. Then we shut up and listen."

We took positions around Mare Imbrium. The lattice nodes hummed underfoot, the ghost pillars dozing in their false skins. The first drill was ours: a fake stress to prove the handoff.

"Chaos seed," I said.

Cecilia flicked her fingers. Heat and cold argued across a pocket of dust. The air didn't move, but the numbers did. Seraphina cooled the edge into tiny pellets so nothing went airborne. Rose bent a thumb of space over the patch—just enough to make it look real to anything that wanted to measure.

The lattice felt the "fall." A single tooth woke, drew a clean, invisible line, and went back to sleep.

Kade listened with his jaw, not his ears. "Note-then-settle. Good."

"Again, softer," I said.

We ran it twice more, then killed it. Clean response. No flash. No aftertaste.

That's when the belt's hum picked up grit that wasn't ours.

"Foreign," Rose said. No drama, just fact.

"Vector?" Reika asked.

"Crisium rim, low and flat," Seraphina answered, already turning.

"Don't light the whole board," Kade said. "We catch, we don't scare."

We ghosted in. Cecilia wrapped our suits so dust wouldn't speak. Rose erased boot echo. Reika drew two short lines in the air that made angles lie on our behalf. Rachel's lantern stayed latched; her hands were warm and ready.

We saw the intruder a breath later: three filaments, not one. So thin they were a suggestion, sliding along our lattice like they belonged at the party.

"Split," I said. "One each."

Erebus peeled a page of black bone between the filaments and us. It didn't block them. It listened to them.

The first filament reached for a ghost pillar. The pillar hummed wrong, then stopped—lesson remembered. The filament "tasted," found nothing to eat, and moved on.

The second angled for a real node.

"Reika," I said.

She snapped her fingers. A tooth thirty meters out woke, drew a single line like a held breath, and slept.

The filament met the line and tried to pretend it hadn't. It rewrote its path mid-move.

"Rose," I said.

She pinched space like a hinge and made the rewrite cost time. A heartbeat only—but enough.

"Rachel," I said.

Her Purelight fell like dust. No glare. No blast. The filament's residue lost grip and fell off the hum. Erebus's bone ampoule popped into being at the right place and closed with a neat click.

"Two," he said.

The third filament learned from the others. It skittered for open regolith, trying to ride the ground around our frame.

"Cecilia," I said.

She bled a filament of chaos into the dust itself. Friction doubled where the intruder tried to skate. It stumbled. Seraphina flicked her wrist and iced a hair-thin ridge in front of it—no spray, no plume, just a line that might as well have been a wall.

Erebus closed the third ampoule.

Kade checked the teeth on the scope. "All cooled on first cycle. No chatter."

"Good boys," Cecilia said. Reika didn't correct her.

We stayed still for two long minutes. No follow-ups. No second act.

"Not Lysantra's hand," Rose said. "Borrowed trick. Cheap."

"Cheaper next time," Kade muttered. "They'll keep shaving."

"Let them," Valeria whispered from my hip. "It gives us something to cut that isn't bone."

We reset and finished the placements scheduled for Procellarum and the highlands. Same rhythm: I cut tidy rings, Rachel laid thin halos that made residue slip, Erebus seated teeth and locked their ribbed shrouds, Seraphina added a quiet drift-wall if the site needed it, Rose folded a paper-thin peel of space when a camera angle offended her, Reika put two characters in the air and made curiosity expensive.

At Tycho, Elias kept a quiet loop open with the five capitals. He held up a hand mid-pass. "North asks if your teeth will false-trigger on carrier turbulence," he said.

"Only if their pilots fly like drunks," Kade answered. Elias smiled and typed the polite version.

On the last install, the lattice hummed a new grit.

"Four filaments this time," Seraphina said, annoyed.

"Hold them at the ghost ring," I said. "Make them memorize the wrong kindness."

We did. The ghosts sang only when touched and only once. The intruders learned nothing useful and left a bad mood behind.

Erebus lined the three ampoules on his palm. "Same maker as yesterday's bead. Different recipe."

"Figure out what it wanted to teach," I said.

"Of course," he said, and the ampoules vanished into a pocket that didn't exist.

Kade rolled up the paper map, pencil tucked behind one ear. "Teeth are quiet. Jaw is set. Next phase?"

"Visitors," I said. "We let allies see the system and try to trick it for us."

He grunted. "Tie down anything that might impress a tourist."

"Pens capped," Rose deadpanned.

Rachel pinged Elias. "Open courtesy," she said. "Invite window to all five. One team per continent. Observation and clean drills only."

Elias answered a second later from Tycho. "North sending two sky-controllers. East sending three array scholars and one Mount Hua elder. West: Jin. South: a Redeemer cadre with Captain Vyr. Central: a Slatemark logistics unit and a judge who wants to watch you break nothing."

"Good spread," Kade said.

"Put them on this rim," I said, tapping the map. "We run a real drill. They try to beat the lattice. We learn how we look from the outside."

"And if something bigger shows up while we're showing off?" Reika asked.

"Then the visitors see why we built it," I said. "And they help."

She nodded once. Simple is best.

We started prepping the rim. Vyr's Guard painted a thin line where observers would stand and a thicker one where they would not. Central's logistics lead moved a pallet train out of a sightline without being asked. Seraphina reset three ice flags in the shade and wrote "fragile" on the ground in a way only she could read. Stella hustled in, braid half loose, slate up. "If they try synchronized pokes, alternate node groups," she said, drawing a quick pattern. Kade looked, grunted, and penciled it in. "Ugly sequence junior," he said. She beamed.

I walked the arc once, hand on a pillar, then on a ghost skin. The belt hummed the same note as before, but my bones felt the edge we'd earned. Not victory. Awareness.

Valeria stretched a little inside the sheath. "Your allies will like this," she said.

"They'll try to break it," I said.

"That's how they say they care," she answered, amused.

"On to the next," Kade said.

We went.