The bridge of the Void-Runner smelled of ozone and recycled air, a scent Captain Kaelen had known since he was a deckhand. He gripped the command chair as the ship groaned, the Hyperwarp drive spinning up for a jump that would take them across the fringe and into the heart of Steel Song territory.
A massive Steel Song blockade fleet hung over the primary orbital, their railguns already tracking the Void-Runner . A communication request flashed on the screen—a demand for immediate surrender and cargo inspection. Star.Traders.Frontiers.v3.3.13.rar
Kaelen nodded, his eyes fixed on the navigation display. They were carrying a high-value data cube for a Prince of the Faen court, a piece of intel that could tip the scales of the upcoming Great Council. But the xeno didn't care about politics; it only cared about the hunt. The bridge of the Void-Runner smelled of ozone