The hangar bay of the silver ship was a tomb of silent technology. The white metal walls hummed with an ancient, terrifying vibration. The three ships were trapped in the dark hangar, their doors locked by the Overlord’s will.Commander Oliver stood in the center of the hall. He was a monster made of obsidian and starlight. His right arm, his right shoulder, and the right side of his face were entirely pitch-black Wraithborn metal. The glowing purple veins inside the metal beat in a slow, heavy rhythm. His human eye was gray and cold. His red eye was a window into a dark dimension.General Vega, Sergeant Miller, and the giant mutant Rax stood in a circle around him. They did not move. They did not whisper. They were waiting for the Commander to speak."The escape is blocked," Oliver stated. His voice was a flat, metallic grind. "The Administrator has locked the launch bay doors with a localized reality-lock. We cannot blast our wa