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The screen flickered in the cramped cockpit of the Nworrfa , a salvage vessel drifting on the edge of the KYS-24 sector. Pilot Jax stared at the scrolling text. It wasn't a standard distress signal; it was raw, ancient encryption: . "Computer, translate," Jax muttered, rubbing his eyes.

Jax looked at the screen as the final sequence flashed: The hunt was over. The harvest had begun. jovnzwv-dr-6908-rtbhs-nworrfa-kys-24-43-isnx-ixiyisr

The Isnx Nebula was a graveyard of ships, a place where gravity played tricks and the stars looked like bruised fruit. No one went there unless they were looking to disappear. But the number was a legend among scavengers—the hull number of the Ixiyisr , a long-lost treasury ship rumored to be carrying the "Rtbhs Core," a power source that could light a planet for a millennium. The screen flickered in the cramped cockpit of