Captain Sikorsky __hot__ ✮ [ Confirmed ]

Sikorsky flew home in silence. He landed at Severomorsk-1 at 07:13, filed a standard patrol report with no mention of the disc, and walked to his quarters. There, he sat on the edge of his cot, pulled out a worn notebook, and wrote a single sentence in pencil:

Co-pilot Zhukov leaned forward, his mustache brushing the instrument panel. “Da. Big. No transponder. No heat signature. No radar return until thirty seconds ago, and now it’s… just sitting there.” captain sikorsky

“It’s transmitting data,” the comms officer said, voice cracking. “Sir, it’s transmitting to us. Binary at first, then… it switched to basic ICAO aviation English phraseology. It just sent ‘request fly with you.’” Sikorsky flew home in silence

The disc folded into itself—no explosion, no sound, just a sudden geometric contraction—and vanished. The radar went quiet. The magnetic anomaly detectors flatlined. The aurora resumed its ordinary dance. No heat signature