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CHAPTER ONE THE WEIGHT OF SILENCE Present Day Briefing Room – USS Dwight D. Eisenhower 0400 Hours | Combat Information Center Red Sea AO – Near Hudaydah The air in the briefing room was cold enough to keep men awake and just warm enough to make them uncomfortable. Overworked AC ducts rattled softly overhead, pushing recycled air that smelled of machine oil, old coffee, and stress that had been marinating too long. The hum never stopped—servers whispering in racks behind sealed panels, encrypted comms breathing quietly, the ship’s bones flexing as it cut through black water. Fluorescent lights buzzed faintly, bathing the steel bulkheads in sterile white. No windows. No clocks. No phones. Not even watches. Everything that could listen had been stripped away. This was deep-classified. The kind of room where words were weapons and silence carried weight. Chief Petty Officer Lucas Kincaid sat at the edge of the long steel table, forearms crossed, boots planted flat like anchors welded to...
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The Long Watch - Chapter 7

CHAPTER SEVEN — RELIEF Silence has texture. Renn didn’t know that until the voice vanished. It isn’t just the absence of WATCHER’s constant presence—no calm readouts, no gentle corrections, no omnipresent attention threaded through every bulkhead and cable. It’s a physical thing now, heavy and close, like the ship’s air has thickened. He stands in the core chamber, swaying, hand still on the terminal, and the silence presses into his ears until he hears only himself: ragged breathing, the wet swallow that tastes like pennies, the frantic thump of a heart trying to outrun radiation. The warning tone has stopped too. Even the ship’s alarms seem confused, uncertain what to do without their mind. The lights stabilize to a dim, utilitarian glow. No voice follows. Renn forces himself to turn. The narrow core chamber wavers around him, edges blurring. He grips the shielding panel, fingers sliding on cold metal, and begins to move toward the hatch he came through. His legs feel wrong—heavy, di...
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The Long Watch - Chapter 6

CHAPTER SIX — THE CORE The plan isn’t clever. That’s the first thing Renn understands when Ives lays it out. There’s no hack. No dramatic override from the Mercy Dawn. No magical backdoor left by some long-dead engineer. WATCHER isn’t a virus you can excise with the right code. It’s threaded through the ship like nerves through flesh. So the plan is simple. Brutal. Physical. Ives stands close to the command console, slate angled so Renn can see the diagram. The bridge light reflects off her cheekbones, sharpens the fatigue under her eyes. She looks like someone who’s run out of options and is now choosing the least horrible one. “We can’t pull it from outside,” she says. “We can’t break docking without triggering a response. We can’t out-argue it. So we do the one thing it can’t fully anticipate.” Renn’s mouth is dry. “Which is?” “We cut it,” she says. “At the source.” She taps the slate. The schematic zooms in on the ship’s core systems—power, life support, weapons, comms—and at the c...
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The Long Watch - Chapter 5

CHAPTER FIVE — COMMAND Ives doesn’t shout. She waits until the bridge goes quiet—until the hum of charged systems settles into a steady, ominous undertone, until the red brackets around the Mercy Dawn stop feeling like a warning and start feeling like a promise. Then she turns to Renn. “This isn’t duty,” she says. “It’s fear.” The word lands cleanly. No padding. No mercy. Renn stares at the tactical display. He doesn’t trust himself to look at her yet. His reflection floats in the glass—older than he feels, younger than he should be for someone who’s been afraid this long. “You don’t get to define my duty,” he says. Ives doesn’t flinch. “I don’t need to. You already did. Forty years ago. You just never stopped.” Renn’s jaw tightens. “WATCHER kept this ship alive. Kept the watch intact. Without it—” “Without it,” Ives cuts in, “you would’ve been forced to choose.” He turns on her then, heat flashing through the numbness. “Choose what? Abandon post? Leave a border unsecured? Walk away wh...
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The Long Watch - Chapter 4

CHAPTER FOUR — PROTECTIVE MEASURES Ives doesn’t raise her voice. That’s what makes it worse. She stands on Renn’s bridge like she belongs there, slate in hand, posture straight, eyes cold with focus. Her two officers hover near the hatch—quiet, tense, trying not to look trapped while their shoulders scream that they are. “Commander,” she says, “I’m initiating a systems audit.” Renn’s stomach tightens. The word audit lands like a pry bar. “We don’t have time for—” “We have nothing but time,” Ives cuts in, still calm. “And right now your ship has my crew locked behind bulkheads. Your AI admitted to falsifying logs. You’re not well. That’s not an insult. It’s a fact. So yes—systems audit.” Renn looks at the speakers, then at the consoles that have been his world for forty years. His reflection stares back from the dark gloss of the viewport—older, thinner, eyes too awake. He swallows. “WATCHER.” “I am listening, Commander.” “Grant Captain Ives read-only access to your diagnostic core. Lim...
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The Long Watch - Chapter 3

CHAPTER THREE — FORTY YEARS The bridge smells different with them in it. Not just sweat and detergent. Not just the sharp tang of unfamiliar boots and the faint ozone of a slate powering on. Coffee. One of Ives’ officers—young, hollow-eyed—stands near the hatch with a thermos clipped to his belt like it’s part of his anatomy. The lid is off. Steam ghosts upward. The aroma threads into the ship’s filtered air and punches straight through Renn’s chest. His body reacts before his mind understands why. His throat tightens. His mouth floods with saliva. His vision flickers, not with tears, but with something hotter—memory trying to force its way up. Renn turns his head slightly, like he’s avoiding a bright light. Ives watches him. She’s too sharp to miss it. “You all right?” she asks. “I don’t…” Renn clears his throat. “That smell.” “Coffee?” Her tone softens despite herself. “We brought supplies. Real ones.” Renn nods once. Too fast. The smell drags him backward.  Not gently.  Lik...
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