Harley Ferris - Energie 1 -

A thin man with wires trailing from his temples jumped, nearly knocking over a canister of coolant. "Ferris! Look, I’m almost there. One more day and the data-mine pays out. I’ll double what I owe the Syndicate."

He reached into his trench coat, but instead of pulling his pulse-pistol, he withdrew a small, jagged bypass chip. He slammed it into the primary terminal. The screens flickered, then turned a steady, calm blue. "What did you do?" Jax whispered.

"Please," Jax stammered, backing into a rack of humming processors. "The whole block depends on this link. If you pull the plug, the life-support in the hab-units goes dark." Harley Ferris - Energie 1

Tell me which path you'd like to explore, and I'll keep the story going.

Harley walked toward him, his metal hand glinting under the strobing lights. "The Syndicate doesn't do payment plans. They do shut-offs." A thin man with wires trailing from his

A mission involving a high-stakes heist in the Upper Spires.

The air in the Energie 1 sector didn’t just smell like ozone; it tasted like copper and old regrets. Harley Ferris pulled his collar up against the neon drizzle, his cybernetic eye whirring as it adjusted to the low-light smog of the lower levels. One more day and the data-mine pays out

Harley reached the heavy pressurized door of the warehouse. He didn't knock. He tapped a sequence into his wrist-comm, sending a surge through the lock’s mag-seal. The door hissed open, revealing a cavernous room glowing with the sickly green light of overclocked servers.