The med bay smelled of antiseptic and ozone. Kai leaned against the doorframe, watching the vitals monitor over Alexandra’s recovery bed.

  Her eyes opened. Not in the way he expected.

  She didn’t have the slow confusion of someone waking. There was a sharp focus, like a system coming online. Her gaze fixed on the ceiling for exactly three seconds, processing, then swung to him.

  "Synthesis complete," she said, her voice steady. "Tiamat and I are integrated. Neural mapping efficiency: ninety-eight point seven percent." A pause, then a faint note of professional satisfaction. "Fast and clean."

  Kai grinned. "Took you long enough."

  "Precision takes time, Clutch." She sat up without assistance, testing her balance with the methodical care of someone running diagnostics on new hardware.

  "And the backdoor?" she asked, voice low, standing. She tested her balance, found it perfect.

  "It’s there. We're all bugged." He shrugged. "Anya's in Research Five. She's been digging into the Hardin-Zim packages since yesterday."

  Alexandra dressed up. "We should compile a full brief. Evidence chain, authorization trail, proposed countermeasures…"

  "Poison." Kai stopped at the door, looked back. "The brief is 'they can remote pilot our Dragons.' The countermeasure is 'we stop them.' We're past analysis. We're at threat response."

  She finished dressing with precise movements. Alexandra nodded once. "We’ll see about that, Lieutenant."

  ***

  Research Lab 5 occupied the facility's eastern wing, untouched by Tiamat's destructive courtship three days ago. Kai pushed through the door without knocking.

  Anya Silas sat hunched over a terminal, surrounded by floating holographic displays like a woman drowning in data. Dark circles shadowed her eyes. Coffee cups littered her workspace. She'd been here for hours.

  She didn't look up as they entered. "Clutch. Poison. I was about to call you."

  She didn't waste time. "I've been analyzing the Hardin-Zim packages that were installed six months ago." She pulled up corporate profiles. "Hardin-Zim Solutions. Their specialty is remote autonomous combat systems, urban pacification drones, unmanned siege mechs, networked defense platforms."

  Kai studied the displays. Security contracts. Military applications. Everything pointed to one thing: remote control.

  "So they know their business," he said. "But that doesn't prove…"

  "This does." Alexandra cut in, pulling up facility access logs. "Six months ago, Hardin-Zim submitted a data requisition to the MAGI. They requested the complete neural interface protocols for the Cradle, the MAGI-designed architecture that enables human-Dragon bonding."

  Anya overlaid the two datasets. "A safety disconnect wouldn't need those protocols. You don't need to understand how a pilot bonds to simply cut the connection. But if you wanted to replace the pilot..." She highlighted specific code blocks. "You'd need to know exactly how human consciousness integrates with Dragon neural architecture."

  "So you could simulate it," Alexandra finished. "Build a remote control system that speaks the same neural language. Make the Dragon think it's still bonded to a human, when actually…"

  "When actually someone's flying it from CIC." Kai felt his jaw tighten.

  Anya zoomed in on the installed packages. "Here's what Thorne authorized: emergency neural disconnect. Basically a kill switch for the bond."

  She pulled up a second schematic. "Here's what Hardin-Zim actually installed." The image showed neural pathways threading through the Dragon's consciousness, but instead of terminating at the pilot's Cradle, they extended outward to an external relay point.

  "It's not a disconnect," Anya said quietly. "It's a replacement pathway. Cut the human pilot out, slot in a remote operator. The Dragon wouldn't even know the difference, the neural signatures would be identical."

  Alexandra pulled up the authorization trail. "The work order was approved under OMEGA Council Directive 7-Alpha, citing safety requirements following the loss of three candidates. General Thorne signed it."

  She met Kai's eyes. "And the command authorization for the override terminates at Admiral Pohl's office." Kai stared at the schematics. The implications were clear now. Crystal clear.

  "They didn't build a safety system," he said. "They built a remote control with a human-shaped socket. And we're sitting in it."

  The room went still.

  "Which means," Alexandra said, her voice cold, "we need to know what Thorne knew. Was he negligent, complicit, or deliberately deceived? Our response depends on it."

  "Only one way to find out." Kai was already moving toward the door. "We ask him."

  "We need a strategy," Alexandra insisted. "We can't just accuse a General…"

  He stopped at the threshold, looked back. "Look, I get it. You want more certainty. That's how you work. But I've seen this play before." His voice softened slightly. "Someone builds control into your ride without telling you, they're not planning to ask permission before they use it. We need to know if Thorne is on our side before Pohl arrives. That means we move now."

  Alexandra and Anya exchanged glances.

  "Fine," Alexandra said finally. "But I present this professionally. Evidence first, accusations never."

  "Agreed." Kai grinned. "See? We're compromising already. Pack's coming together."

  Anya stood, gathering data chips. "Protocol requires we schedule a briefing through his adjutant. At least twenty-four hours for a topic of this sensitivity."

  Kai looked back, his expression grim. "Pohl has a live feed into our brains, Doc. Protocol just got shot out the airlock. We go now."

  “All right.” Anya said. “Just don’t call me Doc.”

  ***

  They found Mikki Sato in the training bay, running combat drills against holographic targets with the kind of aggressive focus that made most people nervously watch. She had a crowd around her. They cheered softly when the targets exploded.

  "Oni," Kai called. "Need you for a thing."

  She didn't stop shooting. "What kind of thing?"

  Kai whispered to her ear. "The kind where we tell Thorne someone built remote controls into our Dragons and we need to figure out if he knew."

  That got her attention. Mikki lowered her simulated weapon, turned to face him. "Seriously?"

  "We're confronting Thorne in ten minutes." He moved toward the door. "You coming?"

  "Hell yes." She was already moving, that predatory energy finding new outlet. "Been wanting to shoot something real. This'll do."

  ***

  They found Sanyog "Ghost" Khan in the maintenance section, performing routine diagnostics on his cybernetic limbs. The pilot moved with mechanical precision, running test sequences that checked motor function, sensory feedback, power distribution.

  His left arm glitched for half a second. Servos stuttered. Then resumed normal function.

  Kai noticed. Filed it away. Problem for later.

  "Ghost," he said. "Conference with Thorne. Now. It's about the backdoors."

  Sanyog looked up, those eyes that seemed to see too much. "You've identified the source."

  "Probably Pohl." Kai kept it brief, Ghost processed information fast, didn't need elaboration. "We're telling Thorne before she arrives."

  "Logical." Sanyog stood, his movements perfectly balanced despite the cybernetic weight. "I will attend."

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  Four of them now. Kai, Mikki, Sanyog, and Alexandra who was probably still organizing evidence into perfect presentation format.

  That left Chase.

  Kai pulled up his Humanware, sent a message:

  The response came back immediately:

  Kai stared at the message, jaw tightening. He typed back:

  No response.

  Fine. They'd handle this without him.

  ***

  The journey to Thorne's office was a lesson in military hierarchy. They were stopped three times. After tense minutes, the inner door hissed open.

  "General Thorne will see you. Five minutes."

  The office was as large as regulations allowed, with a wall of transplastic overlooking the Aviary. Thorne looked up from his desk as the others filed in. "Lieutenant Valerius. This is highly irregular." His eyes scanned the group, Kai, Mikki, Sanyog, Alexandra and Anya entering last with datapads full of evidence.

  "Respectfully, sir, so is this." Kai saluted.

  "Where's Lieutenant Sterling?" Thorne asked.

  Kai felt the weight of Chase’s decision. "He decided not to come, Sir."

  "I see." Thorne's voice held carefully controlled disappointment. "Well then. What's this about?"

  Kai looked to Alexandra. She stepped forward, used her Humanware to project the holographic presentation. The two data streams, Hardin-Zim's profile and the MAGI access logs, filled the center of the room.

  "General," Anya began, her voice steady despite the audience. "Six months ago, you authorized Hardin-Zim to install safety packages. Per this work order."

  Thorne's eyes scanned the document. He nodded.

  "Hardin-Zim's specialty is remote control of combat mecha," Alexandra said, stepping forward. She highlighted the corporate profile. "But to build a safety system for a Dragon, they would need the specific neural architecture. So they requested it from MAGI." She brought up the request log. "You approved that data transfer."

  Thorne waited.

  "Here's the reason," Alexandra said, her voice sharpening.

  She shared the images of the five backdoors.

  "There is a backdoor in each of the Dragon units," Alexandra said flatly. "A universal remote-control weapon for manned mecha, waiting for the right key."

  She finally activated the schematic Anya had prepared. The crimson override web glowed in the air, threaded through the Dragon's neural architecture.

  "This isn't a safety disconnect, General. It's a full pilot replacement protocol. They can cut us out and fly our Dragons by remote. And the command authorization terminates at Admiral Pohl's office."

  The silence in the room was absolute.

  Thorne stared at the schematic. The crimson override pathways glowed in the air between them, damning and undeniable.

  His hand reached toward the hologram, stopped. Trembled slightly.

  "I authorized a safety measure." His voice came out hoarse, barely above a whisper. "Emergency disengagement. To prevent another candidate death." He looked at each of them, his pilots, his responsibility. "I read the proposal. It was dense, technical. But the summary was clear. I thought... I trusted..."

  The word died in his mouth. Kai watched the man's devastation and saw no deception. Just the hollow weight of betrayed trust. He glanced at Alexandra. She gave a small nod.

  "Sir," Kai said quietly. "We believe you."

  Thorne's jaw tightened. His expression hardening into cold fury. "Someone used my name. My concern for your safety. Turned you into weapons they could control."

  He stood, "That ends now."

  He moved to his desk, entered codes. A secure compartment opened. He removed five small, non-regulation comm earpieces.

  "Encrypted, short-range. They operate on a military emergency band Pohl's team won't be monitoring. They're not cleared for you. I don't care." He handed them out. "If that override activates during the test, if you feel your Dragon being pulled from you… this channel stays open. You report it. I will shut the whole test down, Council be damned."

  Kai took his, felt the weight of the violation and the trust it represented. "Thank you, sir."

  Thorne's expression was grave. "Pohl isn't just a skeptic. She's a casualty. Twelve years ago, during the Chimera Incident, we both watched an AI 'optimize' casualties by venting wounded crew. She went almost three years trying to prove the AI was wrong. She lost."

  The explanation landed like a depth charge. “I can only imagine what she thinks of the Dragons.”

  A Humanware message from Mikki reached the team:

  "Hear me out, Team.” Thorne met each of their eyes. "I’m leading this project because I believe this bond doesn't erase humanity. I believe it amplifies it. It’s now in your hands to prove if I’m right or not."

  Kai felt the truth of it settle in his gut. He looked at his pack. Nodded.

  "Then we will get ready to fly. Sir."

  ***

  The Aviary thrummed with controlled chaos. Maintenance crews swarmed the Dragon platforms, running final diagnostics before transfer to the main launch bay. The air smelled of hydraulic fluid, ozone, and something organic Kai couldn't quite name, the Dragons themselves, maybe, or just the scent of living weapons preparing for war.

  Kai walked straight toward Bahamut's platform, talking over his shoulder.

  His voice cut through the industrial noise. "Pohl's here in thirty minutes. We move now."

  "Everyone, prepare the Dragons for flight. Ghost, run a full diagnostic on your linkage stability, the hangar's EM is already spiking. Poison, Doc, I need you syncing Thorne’s channel to a stable frequency before we even power up. Pohl's sensors will be looking for any fluctuation."

  Without looking up from her datapad, Anya replied. "Please don't call me that."

  "He's not going to stop, Anya. Trust me.” She didn’t look up, either. “Just accept it, Doc, and pass me the phase coupler."

  Anya sighed, a tiny smile on her face as she handed the tool over.

  Kai reached Bahamut's platform and stopped, looking up at the Dragon. Fifty meters of white-scaled muscle and predatory intelligence, coiled like a spring waiting to release.

  Through the bond, Kai felt Bahamut's presence, his raw eagerness. The Dragon wanted to fly.

  Kai thought.

  Bahamut rumbled, a sound like distant thunder.

  "Lieutenant Valerius."

  Kai turned. Chase Sterling stood at the edge of the platform, technically outside the restricted prep zone but close enough to be noticed. He wore standard flight suit but carried no gear. Just standing there, arms crossed, watching the chaos with carefully controlled expression.

  The Aviary noise seemed to dim. Kai felt the pack's attention shift, pausing mid-diagnostic. Even the Dragons seemed to notice.

  "Viper," Kai said, keeping his voice neutral. "Didn't expect to see you."

  "Got a message from General Thorne." Chase's voice was stiff, formal. "He offered me a position. I’ll be your Tactical controller. CIC."

  "Yeah?" Kai's hand went to his neck. "That's good. We could use…"

  "I'm not here for your approval." Chase's jaw tightened. "I'm here because Thorne thinks I'm qualified, not because you feel bad I failed to bond."

  The words hung in the air like smoke. Kai took a breath. Chose his words carefully.

  "Viper, I never offered pity. You are part of the Pack."

  "I don't want your pack." Chase's voice carried bitterness. "I wanted a Dragon. Not some… consolation prize watching from the sidelines."

  "CIC isn't the sidelines. It's…"

  "It's not flying." Chase took a step forward. "You don't get it, do you? You walk in here, bond with the biggest Dragon on day one, become instant pack leader, and you think offering me scraps is the same as respect?"

  Kai felt his own frustration rising. "That's not…"

  "Save it." Chase's expression was ice. "I accepted Thorne's offer because I'm professional and the program needs oversight. Not because I want to be part of your family."

  He started to turn away, then stopped. Looked back at Kai.

  "Just so we're clear: I'll do my job. I'll monitor your test, provide tactical data, support mission success." His voice dropped, became almost intimate in its bitterness.

  "But don't mistake professional duty for forgiveness. And don't expect me to celebrate what you have when it should've been mine."

  He walked away before Kai could respond, boots echoing on deck plating.

  The Aviary was quiet for three beats. Then machinery noise resumed, but the tension remained.

  Mikki approached first. "Well. That went well."

  "He's hurting," Kai said quietly.

  "He's an asshole," Mikki corrected. "You offered him a place. He threw it back."

  "Because he doesn't understand what I was offering." Kai watched Chase disappear through the access corridor. "He thinks I'm giving him pity. Doesn't get that I'm trying to adapt, find roles that use everyone's strengths."

  "Maybe he doesn't want to be adapted." Alexandra had joined them, Anya trailing behind. "Maybe he wants to be what he trained for. And that's not possible anymore."

  "He'll come around," Kai said finally. "Once he sees we need him."

  "And if he doesn't?" Alexandra asked.

  "Then I tried." Kai turned back to Bahamut. "That's all you can do sometimes. Show up, offer the spot, hope they take it. But you don't stop offering just because they say no once."

  Sanyog approached, his cybernetic limbs moving with characteristic precision. "Viper's presence in CIC during the test creates operational uncertainty."

  "How so?"

  "We don't know if his bitterness will affect his judgment. If he provides tactical data, will it be optimal? Or will it be colored by resentment?" Sanyog's voice carried no judgment, just clinical analysis. "He has access to our flight data. To our bond readings. That's significant power for someone who may not wish us well."

  Kai hadn't thought of it that way. His instinct had been to include Chase, make him feel valued. But Sanyog was right, they'd just given someone who openly resented them access to their most vulnerable moments.

  "Thorne trusts him," Kai said. "That's good enough for me."

  "Mmmh." Alexandra's analytical gaze was sharp. "Thorne doesn’t have a great record on trust issues."

  Kai felt the weight of it. His pack had questions. Legitimate ones.

  "Look," he said. "Viper is professional. Whatever personal shit he's dealing with, he'll do the job. That's who he is, academy trained, by-the-book, mission-first." He met each of their eyes. "We don't have to like him right now. We just have to trust that he's competent. And he is."

  Mikki shrugged. "Your call, Clutch. But if he fucks us over, I'm hunting him down."

  "Fair enough." Kai checked his Humanware. Twenty-five minutes until Pohl arrived. "Right now we got bigger problems than Viper's feelings. Let's get these Dragons ready to fly."

  A proximity alarm blared, harsh and urgent. Not the scheduled arrival tone.

  Through the broad hangar viewport, space twisted. An OMEGA command transport shimmered into reality, having decloaked directly at the facility's defensive perimeter. Two armored gunships flanked it.

  No approach vector. No docking request. They had simply appeared.

  Kai's Humanware exploded with priority alerts:

  > UNSCHEDULED ARRIVAL DETECTED

  > VESSEL CLASSIFICATION: OMEGA COMMAND TRANSPORT

  > ADMIRAL POHL - SECURITY COUNCIL OVERSIGHT

  The facility-wide comm crackled to life. Admiral Pohl's voice, crisp and devoid of warmth: "Fafnir candidates, this is Admiral Pohl. I'm advancing your evaluation timeline. Consider this your first combat-reaction test. Pre-flight protocols are cancelled. You have ten minutes to reach launch bay and power up for immediate departure."

  A pause, cold and calculated. "Failure to launch within the window constitutes forfeiture. The evaluation begins now."

  The channel went dead.

  For a heartbeat, the pack stood frozen, their careful planning evaporating in the face of the ambush. Then Kai turned from the viewport, his face set in grim lines.

  "Looks like the Admiral doesn't believe in fair fights," Mikki said.

  "Good. Neither do I." Kai said. He met the eyes of the pack, one by one.

  "Scrap the delicate calibration. Power up everything. Weapons hot. Neural web to combat density." He slapped Bahamut's scaled flank. "Let's go show them what 'bonded' really means."

  As the Dragons' engines began to whine to life, filling the hangar with a rising, predatory roar, Kai didn't look back at the approaching command ship. "Ten minutes?" Kai's grin was all teeth. "Plenty of time. Let's fly."