"Alright, listen up," Jax rasped, her voice like grinding gravel. "Word on the low-band is a courier drone went down in the Chasm. Not just any drone—a corporate high-flyer, loaded with Grade-A data cores."
"To the Chasm," she said, her voice filled with a quiet pride. "And to the fact that some things are better left in the cracks."
"We go in, we grab the cores, and we're out before the Peacekeepers even know their shiny toy is missing," Jax continued, her gaze sweeping over her crew. There was Kael, a tech-wizard who could talk to machines in their own binary tongue; Silas, a mountain of a man with a heart of gold and fists of iron; and Mira, whose agility was matched only by her skill with a vibro-blade. crack fuckers 7
With a blinding flash of blue light, the Peacekeeper drones plummeted to the ground, their circuits fried. The Crack Fuckers didn't wait around to see the aftermath. They vanished into the fissures, their silhouettes swallowed by the darkness they called home.
"Freeze! Unauthorized personnel in a restricted zone!" a metallic voice boomed. "Alright, listen up," Jax rasped, her voice like
"Not today, boys," Jax muttered, a grim smile touching her lips. She pulled a small, humming device from her belt—an EMP pulse of her own design.
"Got it!" Kael shouted, holding up three shimmering data cores. "And to the fact that some things are
Back at The Rusty Spigot, as the first rays of the artificial sun filtered through the vents, Jax raised a glass of synth-ale.