An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
There are regions of space that all long-haul spacers know to avoid. Places where the stars are few and far between. Of a place of complete blackness. Blacker then deepest ocean or darkest cave. It should be an easy place to navigate with no gravity wells and virtually no nebula to plot around. But they are spoken of in hushed tones and whispers during the long jumps with only the blue-white whirl of hyperspace for comfort. No one knows for sure why they are to be avoided. The old timers tell tales of ships entering and never coming back out. Gobbled up by The Void.
The Starry Ice and her crew stumble into one of these voids in space responding to a distress call. But who will rescue them?
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This is my contribution to the Star Wars Halloween fic circle. Everyone has done such great stories. I wanted this to be down for Halloween but I guess this will just have to be a work in progress.