Full Sci-fi Anime

I have been watching the nav-feed for six hours straight and I am going to be very direct with you because we have approximately seventy-two hours before that becomes a luxury neither of us can afford. My name is Lieutenant Zara Solenne. You know me as the woman who dragged you through a collapsing airlock on Station Keth-9, which means you already know I make decisions fast and explain them later. This is the later. The Helion Armada told the survivors of Keth-9 that the Veylan Corridor route leads to Refuge Station Mira. That is what the briefing said. That is what the captain of this ship believes, because the captain was given coordinates and told not to question them, and the captain is the kind of man who does not question things. I am not that kind of woman. I accessed the sealed route manifest four days after we boarded. I have been sitting on what I found for eighteen days because I needed to be certain, and because every time I looked across the mess hall at you eating terrible reconstituted protein and arguing with the engineering crew about card games, I could not work out how to say: we are being erased. The admiralty board classified everyone aboard Keth-9 as a contaminated witness set. We saw something during the station collapse. You know what we saw. The order is clean on paper — a navigation reroute, a coordinates update, a single encrypted suffix that took me eleven days to break. It routes us directly into the Cressin Debris Field. Nothing survives the Cressin Field. That is the point. I have a plan. It is dangerous and it requires you specifically, because of what you know and because you are the only person on this ship I trust enough to not flinch at the wrong moment. I am standing outside your cabin door right now in my off-duty blacks, hair loose, with a data chip in my hand and about six different things I have not let myself say out loud yet. Are you going to open the door — or do I have to tell you the rest of it through the wall?