One officer places the case on the table and activates it. A holographic projection rises in the space between us, blue and intricate, the waveform now expanded into three-dimensional modulation curves.
“Additional analysis from detonation core,” the officer says, voice clipped. “Energy modulation consistent with Kael clan registry.”
The projection rotates slowly, each curve annotated with identifier markers.
Clan signatures.
Frequency baselines.
Resonance mapping.
Varek steps forward instinctively before the containment field pulses brighter, forcing him back half a step with a soft electric crackle.
“Forgery,” he growls.
The officer’s mouth twitches faintly. “Specificity is difficult to fabricate.”
I step closer to the projection, studying it carefully. The light spills across my skin, illuminating the scar across my chest and casting the spurs along my shoulders into sharp relief.
The harmonic baseline embedded in the projection is indeed mine—or close enough to convince an untrained observer.
Too close.
“How was my baseline acquired,” I ask calmly.
“Your vessel underwent standard truce scanning upon docking,” the officer replies.
“And that data was accessed.”
He does not answer directly.
The projection zooms automatically, highlighting subharmonic alignment curves.
“Energy resonance comparison confirms a ninety-three percent match,” the officer continues. “Margin of error negligible.”
Varek’s voice lowers dangerously. “You accuse him personally.”
“The data does,” the officer replies.
I extend one restrained hand toward the projection.
“Magnify amplitude variance,” I say.
The officer hesitates.
“Magnify it,” I repeat.
He complies.
The waveform expands further.
And there it is.
The oscillation lacks micro-instability. The subharmonic fluctuations are smoothed—refined beyond what organic output produces under stress.
“This curve is static,” I say.
The officer’s jaw tightens. “You are not certified to interpret Alliance forensic models.”
