WIP: Artifact

Note: This isn't edited and subject to change, but a fun peek into what's next!

Prologue

Helmsman Simeon Dantry stepped over a pair of bloated, blood-soaked bodies sprawled on the floor of the bridge.

That isn’t right. Is it?

He sat down at his station. His head was pounding and he couldn’t think why.

"Two degree course correction starboard," said his captain.

That isn't right either, thought Dantry hazily. We shouldn't be going that wa…