"Alright, Fox," Elias whispered, slamming his palm against the ignition. "Let's see if you’re as wise as your name says."
Elias scrambled back to the Sage Fox . He didn't have weapons, but he had the 267’s secret weapon: an experimental "Blink" drive that could fold space for a fraction of a second. It was untested, unstable, and likely to tear the ship apart. SAGE FOX 267
The call came in over a scrambled frequency—a distress signal from an unregistered research station tucked inside the shadow of 2002 MS4. The pay was triple the standard rate, paid in untraceable credits. Elias knew it was a trap, but the Sage Fox ’s fuel cells were hitting the red, and his luck was thinner than the station’s atmosphere. "Alright, Fox," Elias whispered, slamming his palm against
As the Sage Fox 267 glided into the station's docking bay, the lights flickered and died. The silence was heavy, broken only by the rhythmic hum of the ship’s life support. Elias stepped out, his mag-boots clanking against the deck, only to find the station deserted. No bodies, no signs of struggle—just a single data pad sitting on a console, glowing with a message: It was untested, unstable, and likely to tear the ship apart