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"Download it," Jax commanded, his hand hovering over the thruster lever. "If we're going to be outlaws, we might as well be fast ones."

A priority notification flashed across his console: rebel-galaxy-outlaw-free-download-hienzo-com

Jax frowned. Hienzo-Com was a notorious black-market data hub, a digital graveyard where smugglers traded ship schematics and illegal navigation codes. A "free download" usually meant one of two things: a gift from a dead man or a trap laid by the Militia. "Download it," Jax commanded, his hand hovering over

Jax adjusted the flickering monitors of the Sand-Wasp , a ship held together more by stubbornness than by bolts. He was deep in the Dodge Sector, a lawless stretch of stars where the only thing cheaper than a life was the fuel to leave it behind. A "free download" usually meant one of two

Suddenly, the Sand-Wasp groaned as three red blips appeared on the long-range radar. Militia Interceptors. They weren't there for a routine scan; they were hunting the signal.