We timed the ring test to Luna Base's night cycle, even though the Moon doesn't care about clocks. Crews move more carefully when the lights tell them it's late; mistakes get tired and slow down.
"Two phases," Kade said at the briefing table—really a crate with a map pinned to it. "Phase one: controlled hits. Phase two: the sky forgets its manners. If the field wobbles, you pull, I patch, we try again tomorrow."
"Redeemers on the corners," Rachel said. "If anyone goes down, you don't drag them. You call. I come."
Captain Vyr's voice was dry as ever. "Outer cordon stands. If a drone blinks without a tag, it stops blinking."
"Chaos pass after Kade's first burn," Cecilia said. "I want to see the belt say no while it's busy."
"Don't break it," Kade warned.
"I specialise in nearly breaking things," she purred.
Rose slid a thin paper to Vyr. "Standing writ: in a crisis, medical orders outrank perimeter orders. Signed by all five continents. I'd like no arguments later."
