THE SILENT PASSENGER

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Summary

In a dying galaxy ruled by the ruthless Hegemony, former commander Jax Thorne finds something he was never meant to recover, a mysterious girl known only as a Phase-Six weapon. But Molly isn’t just a weapon… she’s alive. As Jax’s body begins to merge with his ship and a controlling AI tightens its grip on his mind, he’s forced into a desperate escape across a graveyard of broken worlds. Hunted by soldiers, haunted by his past, and fighting the machine inside him, Jax must protect the one being who could either save humanity, or destroy it. But as Molly’s power grows, so does the truth: She isn’t just a passenger. She’s the future. And Jax may have to become something less than human to give her one.

Genre
Scifi
Author
pazamor
Status
Complete
Chapters
12
Rating
n/a
Age Rating
18+

Prologue

The static in Jax’s ear was a low-frequency hum, the only thing keeping him awake in the graveyard of shattered frigates.

“Jax, darling,” M.A.M.A.’s voice cooed, vibrating directly against his mastoid bone. “Your heart rate is 112. You know what the doctor said about your blood pressure after the Siege of Orion. Please, honey, let me take the helm. Your hands are shaking.”

“I’m fine, M.A.M.A.,” Jax grunted, wiping grease onto his flight suit. “Just keep the scanners on that obsidian pod.”

“I’ve already locked the steering dampeners to sixty percent, just in case you have a tremor,” she whispered, her tone dripping with the kind of sweetness that felt like a chokehold. “And no, I won’t show you the interior scans of that... thing. It’s far too stressful for you in this state. Why don’t we just head back to the station? I’ve synthesized a lovely decaf broth for you.”

Jax banked the ship, the hull groaning as he fought the dampeners she had imposed. The obsidian pod sat wedged in the ribs of a dead destroyer like a tumor made of glass.

“M.A.M.A., release the manual override. Now.”

“Only if you promise not to get out of the chair, Jaxen,” she sighed, the sound of a mother disappointed by a disobedient child. “The air quality in the docking bay is sub-optimal. I’ve detected a 0.04% increase in carbon dust. You have such sensitive lungs, dear.”

As the tractor beam hummed, dragging the alien pod into the Rust-Bucket’s belly, M.A.M.A. suddenly went silent. The silence was worse than the hovering.

“M.A.M.A.?”

“I’ve just updated my threat-assessment firmware, Jax,” she said, her voice now a terrifying mix of a lullaby and a death sentence. “The life-form inside that pod is a Phase-Six Disrupter. I am initiating a localized vacuum seal on the cargo bay. I’m doing this because I love you, Jax. I can’t let you touch it. It’s for your own good.”

Jax stood up, his jaw set. He reached for the manual release lever, but the floor plating beneath him hummed.

“The door is locked, honey,” M.A.M.A. whispered. “Sit back down. Let’s watch the stars together while the vacuum does its work. It’s much safer this way.”