A heavy bootfall echoed behind him. Jax, his second-in-command, stepped up to the terminal, her mechanical arm whirring softly in the quiet of the ship.
Kaelen finally turned, his eyes flashing with a fierce, quiet intensity. He tapped the breastplate of his armor. Rightful Ownership [v0.4.0 Part 1] By RNGR
He walked over to the central holotable, pulling up the schematic of the Core. It glowed with a soft, ethereal blue light, pulse-beating like a trapped heart. A heavy bootfall echoed behind him
"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." He tapped the breastplate of his armor
The device was an ancient precursor Core. To the galactic authorities, it was contraband. To the mega-corporations, it was limitless power. But to Kaelen and the forgotten people of the Outer Rim, it was something entirely different. It was survival.
He slammed his hand down on the console, engaging the jump drives.