The stars outside The Eidolon seemed colder than ever as Titan plotted a course to the Outer Rim, where old allies—or enemies—might still walk free.
Lira's voice was steady, but tinged with concern. "I've identified a potential safe haven: the Freeborn Collective. A coalition of rebels, smugglers, and rogue scientists. They've opposed the Council since before the Collapse."
Titan nodded, eyes fixed on the glowing map. "If anyone can help, it's them."
The door slid open, and a figure stepped in—tall, lean, with a scar tracing down one cheek and eyes that held too many secrets.
"Long time no see, Titan," she said, voice rough but warm. "I'm Kaela Voss. Heard you've been stirring up trouble again."
He managed a grim smile. "Kaela. I was hoping you were still alive."
She smirked. "Alive and dangerous. Let's just say the Council doesn't like people who poke into their dirty laundry."
Lira chimed in, "We don't have much time. The Council's forces are mobilizing. The Cleaners are increasing their attacks."
Kaela's expression darkened. "Then we better make our move fast. But first, there's something you need to see."
She pulled up a holomap showing multiple Council fleets converging on a hidden system—the rumored location of another Nexus Gate.
Titan's pulse quickened. "They're trying to open it."
Kaela nodded. "And if they succeed, it won't just be the Vorn coming through."
Titan stared into the stars, the weight of the galaxy pressing down.
"This war isn't just about survival anymore. It's about what kind of future we fight for."