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Kaelen was the first out of the wreckage. The silence of the fringe was broken by the rhythmic thrum of Henterian drones. These weren't the clunky models from the earlier chapters of the war; they were sleek, silent, and lethal.

"We’re on the wrong side, aren't we?" Kaelen shouted over the roar of a thermal grenade. HC3-PK (Update2 ver. 5$ ).rar

"Form a perimeter!" Elara shouted, her fingers flying over a holographic interface as she tried to reboot their shields. Kaelen was the first out of the wreckage

Kaelen didn’t choose the life of a Peacekeeper; the Republic chose him. The "HC3-PK" deployment orders arrived in a digital burst, marking him for frontline service in the Henterian fringes. Unlike the seasoned veterans who spoke of the "v5" experimental gear, Kaelen was handed a standard-issue pulse rifle and a map of a sector that didn't exist on civilian charts. "We’re on the wrong side, aren't we

Kaelen took cover behind a floating boulder. He saw them—the Insurgents. They moved with a fluidity that defied the harsh environment, clad in makeshift armor reinforced with salvaged Peacekeeper plating. One of them carried a heavy railgun, a weapon that should have been locked behind a $5 paywall of Republic security, yet there it was, humming with stolen power. The Turning Point