Renegades

"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."

Should the story continue with a through the spires, or should we focus on a betrayal from within their own crew? Renegades

They were the Renegades—not by choice, but by debt. In New Veridia, you either owned a piece of the sky or you were buried under the weight of it. Jax and Kael had spent their lives scavenging the scraps of the elite, but tonight, they were taking the whole damn meal. "Get the Core," Jax said, unholstering his rifle

Jax tightened the strap of his kinetic pulse-rifle. Beside him, Kael was rewriting the code on a stolen security pad, his fingers moving like a pianist’s. In New Veridia, you either owned a piece

They used the pneumatic lifts, shooting upward into the dark. Jax hit the mag-locks on his boots, sticking to the underbelly of the moving train with a jarring thud . Below them, the city shrank into a grid of dying embers. Suddenly, a red spotlight swept over them.

"Three minutes until the Mag-Lev hauler passes overhead," Kael whispered, his eyes reflecting the green scrolling text of the interface. "If we miss the coupling, we’re just two more ghosts in the Silt."