"Get the Core," Jax said, unholstering his rifle and turning toward the approaching Enforcer skiffs. "I’ll make sure they remember why they call us Renegades."
The sky over New Veridia wasn’t blue; it was the color of a bruised lung, choked by the neon haze of the High-Tier spires. Down in the "Silt"—the labyrinth of rusted shipping containers and flickering holographic ads—the air tasted of ozone and desperation. Renegades
"I’m going as fast as the hardware allows! This isn't a toaster, Jax, it’s a Grade-A military encryption." Kael hissed as a spark jumped from the pad. "Done. The docking clamps are unlocked." "Get the Core," Jax said, unholstering his rifle