Lawrence London, Halif Faruk, Roman Mercur... — Of -

Beside him, adjusted his flight suit. Faruk was the navigator, a man who could find a wormhole in a vacuum. His eyes, dark and sharp, never left the scrolling data streams. “The gravitational fluctuations near the refinery are spiking, Lawrence. If we don’t time the exit perfectly, we’re cosmic dust.”

“I never miss,” Faruk replied, a ghost of a smile playing on his lips. OF - Lawrence London, Halif Faruk, Roman Mercur...

How should the once they breach the refinery's perimeter? Beside him, adjusted his flight suit

“And back,” London replied, slamming a fresh power cell into his rifle. “And back,” London replied, slamming a fresh power

“We’re hitting the Aegis refinery at 0400,” London grumbled, his voice like gravel. “No mistakes. This isn’t a training sim.”

The hangar doors hissed open, revealing the sleek, black silhouette of their ship. The mission was suicide to some, but to London, Faruk, and Mercur, it was just another Tuesday in the void.

“To the edge?” Mercur asked, checking the edge of his vibro-blade.