Renegades -

"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."

"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

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. "I’m going as fast as the hardware allows

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. The docking clamps are unlocked

"Intruders detected on Sector 4 Hauler," a cold, synthesized voice echoed across the transit line.

"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."