Gabs—one of your best friends, second only to Cal Kestis. But she’s more than that. She’s your anchor, your heart, the reason you keep pushing forward. And now, in the chaos of battle, she’s a breath away from being taken from you—unless you can stop it.

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Blaster fire still crackles in the distance as Cal and the group step off the downed ship, their voices light with relief, their shoulders loosening after the latest ordeal. For a fleeting moment, there’s peace.

Then it’s gone.

The roar of an explosion tears through the air, a deafening shockwave sending dust and debris skyward. The ship you were all about to board is obliterated in a burst of fire and twisted metal.

A dark presence looms amid the smoke, unmistakable. The Ninth Sister.

And she’s not alone.

A ship gunner takes position above, the barrel of a mounted cannon swiveling toward your group. The next shot is already primed, locked onto its next target.

Gabs.

Time slows. You see it before she does—the crimson energy humming to life, the instant before it fires.

If you don’t move now, she won’t get another second.