The Klik

Previously

…“Working on it,” Blackman growled. He dropped to one knee on the bay door edge, extending both palms toward the colossal maw. Gravitons densely packed into a razor-thin beam shot from his hands, anchoring into the stable space behind Malik’s propulsion trail like a cosmic tether. “I’ve got him! But the strain... it’s like trying to rope a dying star!” Aqua stepped up beside Blackman, extending her arms to weave a shimmering barrier of atmospheric pressure around his shoulders, easing the gravitic back-draft that threatened to snap his posture. “We hold the line,” she said, her voice steady despite the tears of exertion welling in her eyes. “Darius, watch the flanks—those