The neon haze of the Targos Drift spaceport shimmered through the late-night fog, casting violet and blue reflections on the rain-slick tarmac. Cargo haulers rumbled in the distance, and a faint hiss of hydraulic clamps echoed from a departing freighter. Amid the bustle, two figures emerged from the shadows—one limping slightly, the other moving with silent efficiency.

Nyx “Ironstar” Kael pulled her pulse rifle to her shoulder as a trio of dockworkers glanced their way. Her mask flickered as it retracted halfway, revealing a blood-smeared cheek and a half-smirk.

“Told you the drop point was a setup,” she muttered, her voice low and unbothered.