The thrusters roared, blue fire illuminating the ice-choked void. As the black ships closed in, the Sage Fox 267 didn't fly away—it vanished into a ripple of light, leaving behind nothing but the cold, silent stars and a mystery that would haunt the belt for decades to come.
As the Sage Fox 267 glided into the station's docking bay, the lights flickered and died. The silence was heavy, broken only by the rhythmic hum of the ship’s life support. Elias stepped out, his mag-boots clanking against the deck, only to find the station deserted. No bodies, no signs of struggle—just a single data pad sitting on a console, glowing with a message: SAGE FOX 267
Suddenly, the station's gravity failed. Outside the viewport, a fleet of sleek, black silhouettes—ships Elias had never seen before—emerged from the darkness. They didn't fire; they simply circled, like wolves around a campfire. The thrusters roared, blue fire illuminating the ice-choked