He was standing on the bridge of the Vanguard , staring out into the swirling violet nebula of the Fringe. After cycles of searching, blood, and broken promises, he finally had it.

A heavy bootfall echoed behind him. Jax, his second-in-command, stepped up to the terminal, her mechanical arm whirring softly in the quiet of the ship.

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"They bought a star on a map and called it law," Kaelen said. "They didn't build the colonies here. They didn't bleed to keep them alive when the systems failed. We did."

"They call it 'theft' because we took it from their vault," Kaelen continued, his voice dropping to a low growl. "I call it reclamation. This was never theirs to lock away. This belongs to the people who need it to breathe, to farm, to live."

"They have the legal permits for this sector, Kaelen. On paper, they own that Core."

Jax watched him for a long moment, the glowing red optic of her cybernetic eye tracking his movements. "They are going to kill us for it."

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