Renegades

Jax tightened the strap of his kinetic pulse-rifle. Beside him, Kael was rewriting the code on a stolen security pad, his fingers moving like a pianist’s.

"The Enforcers are already pinging the sector," Jax said, glancing at the drone lights swiveling in the smog above. "We don’t have three minutes."

"Three minutes until the Mag-Lev hauler passes overhead," Kael whispered, his eyes reflecting the green scrolling text of the interface. "If we miss the coupling, we’re just two more ghosts in the Silt." Renegades

As the first skiff opened fire, Jax didn't dive for cover. He leaned into the wind, the neon glow of the city caught in his visor, and pulled the trigger. They weren't just stealing power; they were sparking a revolution.

"Intruders detected on Sector 4 Hauler," a cold, synthesized voice echoed across the transit line. Jax tightened the strap of his kinetic pulse-rifle

Should the story continue with a through the spires, or should we focus on a betrayal from within their own crew?

"They found us fast," Kael gasped, scrambling toward the cargo hatch. "We don’t have three minutes

"Get the Core," Jax said, unholstering his rifle and turning toward the approaching Enforcer skiffs. "I’ll make sure they remember why they call us Renegades."