It was hard to move fast with the gravity off. The regular rhythm of walking was thrown off by the grav-boots he wore. So, he turned them off.

Pushing against the walls, Stine and his men drifted aft down the corridor. “Report, Lieutenant.”

No readings on handhelds, Commander. came the reply over the comm. He sounded shaken, but composed. There’s a man in the relay room. Alive. But no suit.

“Human?” asked Stine, speeding up. He saw a glass float out of an open doorway. It’s frozen contents suspended all around.

Yes, Sir…

The helmet lights illuminated a few feet in front, but not far enough.

Arriving at last, Stine slowed. Two men stood in the door to the relay room like statues.

Hovering now, he saw the faint silhouette inside. He touched the green button on his arm panel, reactivating the grav-boots with a light thump.

The thing turned to face them. His skin looked like graphite. His eyes were glowing a faint blue.

Stine knew that face.

“Relk?” he gasped.