... Comes.

In the final moments before impact with the wavefront, I monitored the spin and orbits of the Electrons that would come closest to my pointed Seven. Adjusting my swingshot orbit and spin to match, the other members of the team followed suit, creating an attractive and soup-compatible experience. From this level of synchronization, the nearby piece of the wavefront was highly attractive.

Passing through the forward edge, the Seven and I popped through to the other side as the first of the the two Sixes appeared. At this point, I double orbited the leftward One and resumed the swingshot pattern, having reversed the phase of the circulating team. No longer attractive, the repulsion effect continued to pull the Shorty through the wavefront, the second Six popping into view as I continued to expand the orbits of the team around the Seven.

Before completing the adjustment, the Shorty shuddered as the Eights were overtaken by the wave. As a pair, they were hefty enough to hang on their own. Punched into the wavefront, the widening hole brushed the outer edges of the pair as we cleared the pulse. I swung the scan forward once again, just in time to catch another pulse. I was fairly sure it was a Wig.