Forerunner had remained out of the way and quiet as long as Lucky had been there to watch—but now he tensed, rising from a reclining position as though he expected intruders to burst into the room in moments. “Attention!” he called, voice echoing not just from the one body, but the walls and ceilings as well. He seemed to be addressing Lucky directly as he spoke. “Attention, this vessel is under attack. Proceed to your evac positions. This is not a drill.”