Renegades -

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

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. Renegades

They used the pneumatic lifts, shooting upward into the dark. Jax hit the mag-locks on his boots, sticking to the underbelly of the moving train with a jarring thud . Below them, the city shrank into a grid of dying embers. Suddenly, a red spotlight swept over them. "Intruders detected on Sector 4 Hauler," a cold,

"The Enforcers are already pinging the sector," Jax said, glancing at the drone lights swiveling in the smog above. "We don’t have three minutes." Jax and Kael had spent their lives scavenging

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.

The ground began to hum. A low, rhythmic thrumming vibrated through their boots as the massive Mag-Lev freighter groaned onto the tracks above. It carried "The Core"—a stabilized fusion cell capable of powering the Silt for a decade, or leveling a city block if dropped. "Go," Jax commanded.