Dasd-542 Reona Kirishima02-01-40 Min Info

“Two minutes, forty seconds,” she murmured, voice steady but breath shallow. The corridor hummed with the ship’s tired heart; a cold wind whispered through vent seams. Reona’s fingers danced across the access panel, one misaligned bolt away from catastrophe. Memory tracers from training flashed — sequences, contingencies, a thousand drills that never quite matched the smell of real danger.

A spark. She froze, then forced her hand steady. “Focus,” she told herself, thinking of Kaito’s laugh, the small garden back on Port Sato, the promise she hadn’t yet kept. Each image anchored her as her tools sang in metallic rhythm. Panels accepted the new calibration. The readout fell: 00:59:12. DASD-542 Reona Kirishima02-01-40 Min

Reona’s smile was small but whole. “Stabilized. Reactor contained. Deck Six—intact.” “Two minutes, forty seconds,” she murmured, voice steady