Low Orbit Deathcrawl

A world accumulates debris as it ages. The rust of time, quick-blooming civilizations fading away in shutterspeed, tectonic plates groaning imperceptibly towards each other. And above it, captured meteoroids, space trash left from satellites, ships, the detritus of industry, and something else. Floating, dark and hidden behind gamma shields now long since spent, a metal hulk the size of a village.…