Renegades -

"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."

Should the story continue with a through the spires, or should we focus on a betrayal from within their own crew? 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. "The Enforcers are already pinging the sector," Jax

"They found us fast," Kael gasped, scrambling toward the cargo hatch. Jax hit the mag-locks on his boots, sticking

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.

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.