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As the inner doors hissed shut, the colony shuddered under a fresh assault. Dust settled on Kaelen’s visor. He leaned against the wall, his heart drumming a rhythm to match the thunder outside. "Did it hold?" Mara asked, her face pale.

"Almost there," Kaelen grunted, his magnetized boots clanking against the carbon-glass hull. He pulled a heavy spool of iridium wire and began threading it through the stabilizers. The wind was already picking up, humming a low, vibrating note that rattled his teeth. As the inner doors hissed shut, the colony

Kaelen didn't look up. Above him, the clouds churned like a boiling pot of ink. A bolt of "crawling lightning"—slow, viscous, and bright enough to blind—slithered across the horizon. On Kaelos, the lightning didn't just strike; it searched. "Did it hold

"For today," he whispered. "The storm lets us stay for today." The wind was already picking up, humming a

"Five minutes, Stitch," a voice crackled through his helmet. It was Mara, the bridge commander. "The Great Red is shifting. The pressure is spiking."

The world went white. Kaelen felt himself lifted, his magnetic boots screaming as they fought to hold the hull. The sound wasn't a roar anymore; it was a physical weight, a hammer of air pressing him into the deck. For a heartbeat, he saw the true face of Kaelos: a swirling, chaotic beauty of gold dust and plasma, ancient and indifferent.

He jammed the final anchor into place and slammed the "Lock" button. The dampener hummed to life, creating a shimmering blue veil of force over the colony's weakest sector. The Piercer hit a second later.