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“And back,” London replied, slamming a fresh power cell into his rifle.

“I never miss,” Faruk replied, a ghost of a smile playing on his lips. OF - Lawrence London, Halif Faruk, Roman Mercur...

As they prepped their gear, the camaraderie was unspoken but absolute. They were the outliers, the ones the Federation called when diplomacy failed and the odds were impossible. “And back,” London replied, slamming a fresh power

The hangar doors hissed open, revealing the sleek, black silhouette of their ship. The mission was suicide to some, but to London, Faruk, and Mercur, it was just another Tuesday in the void. They were the outliers, the ones the Federation

The air in the sterile briefing room was thick with the scent of ozone and recycled oxygen. , his face a map of scars and sun-faded tattoos, leaned over the holographic display. He was the anchor, the veteran who had seen more deep-space combat than the rest of the crew combined.