Their transport wasn't a typical long-body ferry or a cargo skimmer dressed up for civilians. It was circular, almost like a floating ring with a hollow center, the kind of design built for stability in rough water and cheap docking in ports that didn't ask too many questions.
The outer rim carried the passenger decks, narrow corridors wrapped around the curve, while the middle held the service core: engines, ballast systems, water recyclers, and the maintenance tunnels that crew used to move without being seen.
From above, it probably looked like a coin sliding across black water.
From inside, it felt like being trapped inside a rotating habit. Same turns. Same doors. Same faces passing again and again. Easy to learn. Easy to get watched in.
Requiem had booked one room.
