The cold metal of the deck plates stole the remaining warmth from Kaelen’s boots. He adjusted the heavy leather strap of his pack, feeling the familiar, reassuring weight of the artifact sealed inside.
"They call it 'theft' because we took it from their vault," Kaelen continued, his voice dropping to a low growl. "I call it reclamation. This was never theirs to lock away. This belongs to the people who need it to breathe, to farm, to live." Rightful Ownership [v0.4.0 Part 1] By RNGR
This is a narrative piece based on the title . The cold metal of the deck plates stole
"They have the legal permits for this sector, Kaelen. On paper, they own that Core." "I call it reclamation
Jax watched him for a long moment, the glowing red optic of her cybernetic eye tracking his movements. "They are going to kill us for it."
The device was an ancient precursor Core. To the galactic authorities, it was contraband. To the mega-corporations, it was limitless power. But to Kaelen and the forgotten people of the Outer Rim, it was something entirely different. It was survival.