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Something moved in the darkness, a shape that eclipsed the distant stars. Bister was reminded of nothing so much as a vast sea reptile, one of the leviathans that hunted the deep seas of Inanna, left alone by anyone with any sense these last two hundred years. She glanced at the readouts over Griff's shoulder. "That's…four times the size of a Calpurnian capital ship," she said quietly.
"Just about," Griff said.
"I have never seen anything of that design," Adelita said. "Where is its propulsion? I don't see any thrusters or drive pods or maneuvering jets of any kind."
"Is it just drifting?" Bister asked. It was incredibly beautiful. Up close, there was no attempt to hide it at all. Instead of the normal blacks and grays of starships, it was painted a lambent, sparkling green, shading from deep emerald on what she supposed was its dorsal surface to almost gold below. Adelita was right, she thought. There were no thrusters, nothing that suggested that any sort of propulsion fired. It simply held a slow and steady course.
"It's on momentum alone," Griff said. "Out this far even atomic friction is practically negligible."
"So it could have been on this course a long time?" Bister asked.
"Theoretically, centuries," Griff said.
"But we know it is not centuries because Sounding Dark has been seen all over the system on courses that are not this one," Adelita said.
The Navigator smiled. "And so you're sure it's Sounding Dark?"
"Unless you happen to have another ancient ghost ship?" Adelita snapped.
The Navigator held up their hands. "Peace, my friend!"
"It's Sounding Dark," Bister said. She could feel the murmur of ions along its sides like wind against her face, as though it were indeed some great beast that nuzzled up to her. How could it shine so after so long? How could it be so beautiful? "The question is how we get aboard."