"They call it 'theft' because we took it from their vault," Kaelen continued, his voice dropping to a low growl. "I call it reclamation. This was never theirs to lock away. This belongs to the people who need it to breathe, to farm, to live."
The cold metal of the deck plates stole the remaining warmth from Kaelen’s boots. He adjusted the heavy leather strap of his pack, feeling the familiar, reassuring weight of the artifact sealed inside.
"They have the legal permits for this sector, Kaelen. On paper, they own that Core." Rightful Ownership [v0.4.0 Part 1] By RNGR
Jax watched him for a long moment, the glowing red optic of her cybernetic eye tracking his movements. "They are going to kill us for it."
"Then we make them pay more than it's worth," Kaelen replied, locking the navigation coordinates toward the home colony. "Power isn't determined by who signed the deed. It's determined by who holds the line." "They call it 'theft' because we took it
"We have a signature on the long-range scanners," Jax said, her voice gravelly and devoid of emotion. "It’s a corporate cruiser. Heavy armor. They aren't answering hails."
He walked over to the central holotable, pulling up the schematic of the Core. It glowed with a soft, ethereal blue light, pulse-beating like a trapped heart. This belongs to the people who need it
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