A signal ghosted over Haven 11 while everyone blinked, and the watch still can't decide if it was weather, weapons, or something declining to introduce itself.
Haven 11 is a free-trade frontier where a shared research garden and a jumpy weapons foundry share the same fence line — commerce and paranoia growing side by side.
The council finished the Monument Garden, opening shared lab hours across every department, while the new Weapons Foundry started pinging ghosts along the perimeter. A stray signal crossed the sky while the colony's back was turned, and the night watch still can't agree what it was.
Assignment boards went up on day one, names chalked to duty — sentries to the wall, medics to the bay. Dara Voss, raised in the colony's own nurseries, stepped forward and asked to be put where it mattered.
Haven 11 opened its gates under free-trader colors, betting that goods, ideas, and strangers passing through would make the colony richer than keeping them out ever could.
That open-door bet now sits beside a lab sharing its secrets freely and a foundry that flinches at its own fence line. Overhead, something crossed the sky, and nobody's account of it agrees.
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