"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."
They used the pneumatic lifts, shooting upward into the dark. Jax hit the mag-locks on his boots, sticking to the underbelly of the moving train with a jarring thud . Below them, the city shrank into a grid of dying embers. Suddenly, a red spotlight swept over them.
Should the story continue with a through the spires, or should we focus on a betrayal from within their own crew? Renegades
"Intruders detected on Sector 4 Hauler," a cold, synthesized voice echoed across the transit line.
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. "Get the Core," Jax said, unholstering his rifle
"I’m going as fast as the hardware allows! This isn't a toaster, Jax, it’s a Grade-A military encryption." Kael hissed as a spark jumped from the pad. "Done. The docking clamps are unlocked."
They were the Renegades—not by choice, but by debt. In New Veridia, you either owned a piece of the sky or you were buried under the weight of it. Jax and Kael had spent their lives scavenging the scraps of the elite, but tonight, they were taking the whole damn meal. Below them, the city shrank into a grid of dying embers
"They found us fast," Kael gasped, scrambling toward the cargo hatch.