Gan’s fingers moved rapidly across the control panel, adjusting each of the illuminated dials and sensors. His eyes scanned the giant view screen for any changes or signs of movement, his brow furrowed in concentration. After several days of careful long-range scanning, Pelve had finally noticed something different and promising—an asteroid belt carrying valuable material was traveling in a nearby sector of space—and presented the information to Gan.

  Gan’s interest rose as he studied the data, recognizing that valuable ore could be in the sector. He adjusted his ship’s course and flew towards the sector, his eyes glued to the communications array in search of news from his home world or his mentor. But as he continued deeper into space, he was met with only silence and disappointment.

  A bead of sweat rolled down his forehead as he checked the readings on his control panel. The air in his cockpit was becoming stuffy and hot, and Gan noticed a flashing error code. He worked quickly, unscrewing the access panel and examining the life-support system. He used a flashlight to examine the components, noticing that one filter was clogged with dust. Gan grabbed a spare filter from his toolbox and replaced it, but the temperature kept rising.

  Suddenly, an alarm sounded, and a message flashed on the display. WARNING: OXYGEN LEVELS WILL DROP TO CRITICAL IN APPROXIMATELY ONE HOUR!

  “You might want to jump on that, Gan!” Pelve admonished him.

  “I know, I know…,” Gan replied with just an edge of panic in his voice. He must keep calm and think his way through this, he told himself, but it was easier said than done.

  Gan’s mind raced as he glanced up at the chronometer. Less than fifty-seven minutes of oxygen remained. He took a deep breath and tried to remain calm as he scrutinized the life-support system console. All the connections looked normal, and there didn’t appear to be any damage to the system board. Then he spotted it. The O2 generator had gone offline. He pulled open the panel door, verifying that both the power connections and all vents were clear. No luck. Gan noticed a faint burning odor. He took out the first filter, inspecting it for any signs of contamination or damage, but it looked fine. He replaced the panel and inspected the second one, but when he opened it, a plume of black smoke engulfed him, taking his breath away. Covering his face with his hand, he reached in and then withdrew his hand quickly. The filter housing was hot!

  Gan didn’t have time to find the right tool for this situation from his supply closet. Gan took off the shirt that he had been wearing, rolled it up, and used it as a sort of makeshift glove. He pulled out the filter and then extinguished its smoldering remains with a nearby fire extinguisher. When the dust settled, he noticed that a strange sticky substance coated one of its corners. Gan suspected this was the cause for its overheating. With no spare on hand, he could only replicate one in the replicator with some scavenged materials.

  Gan hurried back to his replicator, taking the good filter with him. He opened the door and placed the filter inside. Gan closed the door and punched a few buttons on its front to begin the replication cycle. He heard several loud scraping sounds as the scanner made several passes over and around the filter. It only took a minute, but to Gan, it felt like an eternity. Finally, a flashing green light let him know that the scanning process was done. Gan opened the door and removed the filter. Then he entered his access code and enabled the replicator to withdraw material credits from his account to use as the basis for replication. Once everything was input, he toggled the replicator on and waited for it to replicate a new filter for his ship.

  While he waited for the replicator to finish, Gan returned to his quarters, put on a fresh shirt and put the singed shirt in the waste disposal system. There would be no saving it. He also stopped by the Galley and got a drink, as it was becoming unbearably warm. Then he returned to the replicator.

  The replication process varied by object, but for this filter, it took almost twenty minutes. It could have been much faster if he already had a filter scanned into the replicator’s system. It was a mental error that he did not, and Gan chastised himself.

  Gan watched as the various nozzles distributed atoms and electrons in just the right locations to create an identical filter. The filter was taking shape. To him, it was nothing short of magical, even though he realized that his scavenging was providing the very materials necessary to do this on a much larger scale.

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  The replication process completed, and the unit signaled to Gan that it was okay to remove the filter. Gan removed the filter and hurried back to the O2 generator. He worked quickly and efficiently to fix the problem. He replaced the filter and tested the system, making sure that it was working. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he finished the repair and closed the panel. After a moment of hesitation, the ship’s life-support system kicked back on! Gan closed his eyes and let out a sigh of relief.

  Gan continued on but monitored his systems, checking for any signs of another malfunction or breakdown. He also kept an eye on his fuel and oxygen levels, making sure that he had enough to sustain him on his journey.

  The Valtorian’s dashboard hummed, an orchestra of blinking lights and scrolling data that portrayed an overview of the immediate cosmic environment. As Gan navigated further into the uncharted sector, a constellation of oddities emerged on the display.

  A spike in the electromagnetic field first caught Gan’s eye. Normally a steady curve indicative of the benign energy swirling around in space, it now jagged unpredictably. The erratic energy seemed to dance around him, pulsating with an intensity that was highly unusual.

  The sensors began detecting strange oscillations in the external radiation levels. Their patterns were unlike anything Gan had encountered before. Instead of the expected steady, almost rhythmic readings typical of stellar radiation, the levels ebbed and surged wildly. It was as though Gan was caught in an invisible storm of cosmic energy.

  Gan’s brow furrowed as he studied the readings, his mind turning over the enigma they presented. The anomalies were profound, defying the most known natural cosmic phenomena. It was as though he was sailing through a sea where the usual laws of physics had been warped by some unseen force.

  Could it be a localized phenomenon, perhaps the influence of a nearby pulsar or magnetar warping the electromagnetic field? Or perhaps he was on the outskirts of an ancient supernova remnant, its energetic emissions still rippling through space?

  Then a more tantalizing prospect entered Gan’s speculation. What if this was not a natural phenomenon at all, but an artificial one? The concept was thrilling yet terrifying. Was he encroaching on some ancient alien technology, its effects rippling into his sensors? Or could it be something even more complex, like a spatial distortion or a dimensional rift?

  Gan continued to fly towards the source of the anomalies, using his thrusters and navigation systems to guide him through the darkness. So far, aside from some worrisome readings, nothing seemed to impact the Valtorian.

  A day had passed, and Gan was piloting his ship towards the new sector when he glanced down and saw a red light blinking on his control panel. His heart sank; it was an alert from the ship’s short-range scanner, indicating a nearby Marau cruiser. Gan quickly checked the sensors and saw that it was a few thousand kilometers away but closing in fast. In thirty seconds’ time it would be within visual contact range.

  Gan recognized the immediate danger he was in. The comforting hum of the Valtorian’s systems became a potential threat, each beep and buzz a beacon that might give away their position to the enemy.

  Gan’s fingers danced across the control panel, his movements a flurry of efficiency etched with palpable urgency. First, he activated the ship’s cloaking device—a cutting-edge Ellurian invention that rendered the Valtorian invisible to conventional sensor technology. The technology harnessed the properties of light bending and distortion, essentially creating an optical illusion that made the ship blend seamlessly with the surrounding cosmic environment.

  He also started the Valtorian’s thrusters to bring the ship to an almost complete stop. The rumble of the engines quieted, replaced by an eerily unsettling silence. His quick, practiced maneuvers turned the Valtorian into a ghost ship, hovering silently among the cosmic dust and distant starlight.

  To further eliminate any chances of detection, Gan powered down all non-essential systems. He navigated the complex network of options on the control panel, each click plunging a part of the ship into functional hibernation. Auxiliary lights dimmed. Communication arrays stood mute. Even the scanners fell silent. The only systems left operational were those necessary for life support and the cloaking device.

  Even Pelve went offline. Gan’s decision to power down even the AI system was a testament to his dire situation. The risk of an audio glitch or a power surge from Pelve’s processing was too great. With a final exchange of data and a silent promise to reboot when the danger passed, Pelve slipped into hibernation.

  As the Valtorian just barely coasted—invisible and silent—through the black expanse, Gan found himself alone in the cockpit, his heartbeat echoing in the enveloping quiet. Each passing second was a testament to his hope—the hope that the Marau cruiser would pass him by, ignorant of the Valtorian’s presence. His existence in those tense moments was reduced to the bare essentials: a heart pumping life, a cloaking device bending light, and a prayer to the vast cosmos.

  Gan clinched his fists and stayed still as he waited for the Marau Cruiser.

  His hopes were answered as the Marau cruiser passed by less than one hundred kilometers away, its thrusters activating as it sped onward. The Valtorian had not been detected!

  Gan let out a sigh of relief; his gambit had worked. But as he watched the cruiser disappear into the horizon, he couldn’t help but feel that this victory was too easy.

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