Ss-jul-018_s.7z -

As the Syndicate ships dropped out of warp, they didn't fire. They stopped, their lights flickering out one by one as the pulsing rhythm from the deck reached out to claim them.

He had found the drive nestled in the ribcage of a long-dead scout ship drifting on the edge of the Perseus Arm. The ship had no name, no transponder, and no bodies—just silver-grey dust and this single, encrypted archive. SS-Jul-018_s.7z

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