Renegades Here

"They found us fast," Kael gasped, scrambling toward the cargo hatch.

Should the story continue with a through the spires, or should we focus on a betrayal from within their own crew? Renegades

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. "They found us fast," Kael gasped, scrambling toward

The sky over New Veridia wasn’t blue; it was the color of a bruised lung, choked by the neon haze of the High-Tier spires. Down in the "Silt"—the labyrinth of rusted shipping containers and flickering holographic ads—the air tasted of ozone and desperation. In New Veridia, you either owned a piece

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.

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.