The cold metal of the deck plates stole the remaining warmth from Kaelen’s boots. He adjusted the heavy leather strap of his pack, feeling the familiar, reassuring weight of the artifact sealed inside.
He was standing on the bridge of the Vanguard , staring out into the swirling violet nebula of the Fringe. After cycles of searching, blood, and broken promises, he finally had it. Rightful Ownership [v0.4.0 Part 1] By RNGR
"Then we make them pay more than it's worth," Kaelen replied, locking the navigation coordinates toward the home colony. "Power isn't determined by who signed the deed. It's determined by who holds the line." The cold metal of the deck plates stole
"They call it 'theft' because we took it from their vault," Kaelen continued, his voice dropping to a low growl. "I call it reclamation. This was never theirs to lock away. This belongs to the people who need it to breathe, to farm, to live." After cycles of searching, blood, and broken promises,
Jax watched him for a long moment, the glowing red optic of her cybernetic eye tracking his movements. "They are going to kill us for it."
"They bought a star on a map and called it law," Kaelen said. "They didn't build the colonies here. They didn't bleed to keep them alive when the systems failed. We did."
He slammed his hand down on the console, engaging the jump drives.