Renegades Site

As the first skiff opened fire, Jax didn't dive for cover. He leaned into the wind, the neon glow of the city caught in his visor, and pulled the trigger. They weren't just stealing power; they were sparking a revolution.

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. Renegades

"Intruders detected on Sector 4 Hauler," a cold, synthesized voice echoed across the transit line. As the first skiff opened fire, Jax didn't dive for cover

"The Enforcers are already pinging the sector," Jax said, glancing at the drone lights swiveling in the smog above. "We don’t have three minutes." Jax tightened the strap of his kinetic pulse-rifle

"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."

"They found us fast," Kael gasped, scrambling toward the cargo hatch.