[s1e2] Birds Of A Feather Review

"Time to fly, High-Flyer," Jax grinned, kicking the table over to create a barricade. He pulled a pair of makeshift mag-grapples from his belt and tossed one to Kaelen. "Hope you aren't afraid of heights."

Kaelen’s polished exterior cracked, showing a flicker of genuine fear. "Because up there, we’re all gilded cages and scripted smiles. My father wants to glass the Lower Rings to build a 'scenic park.' You’re the only one with the tech to stop the launch." [S1E2] Birds of a Feather

Jax, a scrawny mechanic with grease permanently etched into his cuticles, sat across from Kaelen. Kaelen was a High-Flyer, a literal citizen of the floating Upper Spire. He wore silks that cost more than Jax’s entire workshop, yet here he was, nursing a glass of fermented sludge in the slums. "Time to fly, High-Flyer," Jax grinned, kicking the

The neon hum of the "Aether & Ore" tavern was the only thing louder than Jax’s nerves. In the dive bars of the Lower Rings, people didn't just hang out; they coalesced like oil on water. "Because up there, we’re all gilded cages and

"You have the drive?" Kaelen whispered, leaning in. His eyes darted toward the door, where a pair of Enforcers were hassling a street vendor.