"Initiate the jump," Kaelen ordered. "We can’t fight them in open space. Our hull is already at forty percent."
The Void-Runner dove into the thick of an asteroid belt, the captain’s hands steady on the controls. In the Quad, survival wasn't about having the biggest ship; it was about knowing when to run, when to hide, and when to strike. Star.Traders.Frontiers.v3.3.13.rar
The ship lurched, the stars outside the viewport stretching into long, shimmering needles of light. For a moment, the crew held their breath, feeling the familiar, nauseating pull of the Void. Then, with a violent shudder, they emerged into a new system. But they weren't alone. "Initiate the jump," Kaelen ordered
Kaelen nodded, his eyes fixed on the navigation display. They were carrying a high-value data cube for a Prince of the Faen court, a piece of intel that could tip the scales of the upcoming Great Council. But the xeno didn't care about politics; it only cared about the hunt. In the Quad, survival wasn't about having the
Kaelen leaned forward, his mind racing through the options his crew's talents provided. "Jara, can you spoof our signature? Vahn, give me everything the engines have left. We aren't surrendering. We have a delivery to make."