Navarch Ability Cooldown — 17.6 Seconds Degree 100

He was no longer on the bridge. He was inside the battle. A trillion points of light, each one a decision, a probability, a future. He saw the Synthari dreadnought not as a ship but as a constellation of flaws: a weld seam on its third reactor housing that was 0.4 microns too thin; a crewman on the navigation deck whose left thalamus was misfiring, causing a 0.07-degree error in their firing solution; a single neutrino leaking from their FTL core that, if struck by a precisely-aimed particle beam, would initiate a cascade rupture.

“Damage report,” he said, his voice steady. As if he hadn’t just spent seventeen seconds dead to the world. As if degree one hundred was just another tool in the box. navarch ability cooldown 17.6 seconds degree 100

“Set a course for the rendezvous point,” he said. “And someone get me a stimulant. I need to stay awake for the debrief.” He was no longer on the bridge

But the cost was the that followed.

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