Senna

Senna has spent fourteen years minimizing her overlay. A small indicator at the edge of vision, easily ignored. Twenty-one unspent points. A designation she earned but never acknowledged. The Integration measures her constantly, and she has responded by refusing to look.

Then a Category 3 Flux Storm pins her ship at Holdfast Station, and the navigation calibration node outside the hull starts corrupting.

The storm is getting worse. Her cargo contract has a deadline. And the only path to the node runs through conditions her stats say she can survive — if she trusts the system she's spent fourteen years ignoring.

Somewhere between the corroded latch and the wrong-colored sky, Senna discovers that resistance and trust aren't opposites. They're a negotiation.