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Chapter Twenty-Two “I feel like I’m going to throw up,” Malcolm moaned, gripping a bridge handhold as if he might float off into space at any second. He was desperately trying not to look at the bodies. “Stop bitching,” Lanara snapped. She’d jammed her foot through a lower handhold and yanked off a panel in the wall and was running a probe over the cabling at a power conduit. “Another batch of crew has been retrieved,” Emma reported. “They’re saying the same thing as the others.” Erik’s jaw tightened. The ship’s commander and the XO were dead, the men most likely to have the best answers to whatever the hell had happened on the bridge. Every member of the crew Tensen had recovered so far said the same thing. Out of nowhere, alarms had started blaring, and a text warning from the capta