Under the cover of darkness, Titan, Kaela, and a small strike team boarded a stealth cruiser bound for the Council's research station orbiting the shattered moon of Veris-9.
The silence inside the ship was tense—every breath a countdown to chaos.
"Remember," Titan whispered, "we're not just stealing tech. We're stealing the future."
Lira's voice was steady. "I've hacked into the station's security grid. We have a narrow window before detection."
As the cruiser slipped past orbital defenses, alarms suddenly flared.
"They know we're here," Kaela hissed. "Brace yourselves."
Plasma turrets roared to life as the team stormed the station, corridors flashing with red emergency lights.
Titan's heart pounded. Every step forward was a battle—against soldiers, automated drones, and the ever-present threat of the Voidborn leaking through unstable rifts.
Deep inside, the graviton disruptor hummed, its core pulsing with raw energy.
"We're almost there," Lira said. "Just one more corridor."
Titan glanced at his team. "Let's finish this. For the galaxy."