"When this is over," Sarah said, picking up her pulse rifle and checking the charge for the tenth time, "I’m going to sleep for three days. No boots on. No listening for the sound of a drone. Just… silence."

He sat across from Sarah, the glow of a single data-pad illuminating the sharp lines of her face. They were surrounded by the ghosts of their mission: half-empty ration packs, frayed wires, and the heavy silence of a radio that hadn’t chirped in days.

They both knew the odds. The transmission they had intercepted—the one that had cost them their extraction team—was currently cooling in the data-pad between them. It was the key to shutting down the atmospheric processors, the only way to give the sky back to the people. But to deliver it, they had to cross the bridge. And the bridge was guarded by things that didn't feel the rain.

"We’re going to get there," Elias promised, his voice hardening with a sudden, desperate resolve. "The Highlands. The sleep. All of it."

[s5e10] When This Is Over Here

"When this is over," Sarah said, picking up her pulse rifle and checking the charge for the tenth time, "I’m going to sleep for three days. No boots on. No listening for the sound of a drone. Just… silence."

He sat across from Sarah, the glow of a single data-pad illuminating the sharp lines of her face. They were surrounded by the ghosts of their mission: half-empty ration packs, frayed wires, and the heavy silence of a radio that hadn’t chirped in days.

They both knew the odds. The transmission they had intercepted—the one that had cost them their extraction team—was currently cooling in the data-pad between them. It was the key to shutting down the atmospheric processors, the only way to give the sky back to the people. But to deliver it, they had to cross the bridge. And the bridge was guarded by things that didn't feel the rain.

"We’re going to get there," Elias promised, his voice hardening with a sudden, desperate resolve. "The Highlands. The sleep. All of it."