We can’t dock through the dome, Lyra says, her voice tight over the comms. The genesis energy will dissolve the transport’s hull in seconds.
We don’t dock through it, I reply, my physical voice steady, carrying the quiet, unshakeable authority of the Luna. We punch through it.
I tap the console, bringing up the payload manifest. Morgan has loaded the transport’s forward torpedo tubes with a localized genesis-dampener. It’s a crude, brute-force weapon, designed to temporarily neutralize the genesis energy in a fifty-meter radius.
Fire the dampener, I command. On my mark. Three, two, one. Mark.
The transport shudders violently as the torpedo fires. It streaks through the void, slamming into the golden dome. The reaction is instantaneous. A massive, blinding flash of white light erupts, t
