The air was thick with the scent of burning ozone and the distant hum of anti-grav engines as Kaela Veyne adjusted the high-collared synth-leather jacket that clung to her wiry frame. Its deep crimson hue contrasted starkly against the industrial grays of the docking bay on Citadel Prime, a sprawling megastructure orbiting a dying star. She tucked a loose strand of her jet-black hair, streaked with a single jagged line of silver, behind her ear and tightened the magnetic seals on her boots. Her outfit, a blend of utilitarian armor and sleek, futuristic tailoring, was designed for both speed and survival. The jacket’s metallic accents gleamed under the harsh flicker of overhead lights, and her belt was a coiled arsenal of gadgets. She looked every bit the rogue she was.
“Ten minutes to landing,” the automated voice announced, its tone gratingly cheerful. Kaela clenched her jaw. Ten minutes to decide whether to trust the man who had once left her for dead.
She leaned against the cold bulkhead, her mind drifting back to the last time she’d seen Zarek Tarn. It had been on Kythos IV, a backwater colony where the air was thick with the stench of rotting algae and desperation. They’d been partners then, thieves pulling off impossible heists, their chemistry as volatile as the plasma cores they’d stolen. But Zarek had always been a gambler, and on Kythos, he’d gambled with her life. The memory of his betrayal burned like a brand.
“Kaela,” a voice crackled through her comms unit, snapping her back to the present. “You don’t have to do this.”p>
She recognized the voice immediately: Lira, her closest—and arguably only—friend. Lira’s holographic face flickered into view, her golden hair tied back in a practical braid, her eyes heavy with concern. Kaela sighed. “I don’t have a choice. Tarn’s the only one who knows where the Vault is.”
“And you trust him?” Lira’s voice was sharp, incredulous.
Kaela smirked bitterly. “Trust him? No. But I know him. He’s predictable in his unpredictability. And right now, that’s all I’ve got.”
The docking bay shuddered as Zarek’s ship, the Iron Lark, touched down. The ramp lowered with a hiss, and there he was, standing at the threshold like a ghost from her past. His long, ragged coat was a patchwork of salvaged materials, and his dark hair fell in unruly waves to his shoulders. His face was leaner than she remembered, his eyes colder. But he still had that same cocky grin, the one that made her want to punch him.
“Kaela,” he said, spreading his arms wide. “You look... angry.”
She didn’t respond. Instead, she strode up the ramp, her boots clanging against the metal, and stopped just short of him. “You’ve got one chance to convince me this isn’t a trap.”
Zarek’s grin faltered for a fraction of a second before he masked it with a shrug. “Would I lie to you?”
“Yes.” The word was a blade.
He sighed and turned, gesturing for her to follow. “Come on. We’ve got a job to do.”
The ship’s interior was a chaotic mess of discarded tools, half-finished repairs, and the faint smell of burnt wiring. Kaela’s eyes scanned the room, noting the absence of crew. “Where’s your usual crew?” she asked, her tone casual but edged with suspicion.
“Left them behind,” Zarek replied, not looking at her. “This wasn’t their kind of job.”
“Or maybe you don’t trust them.”
He shot her a sideways glance. “Maybe I’ve learned the hard way that trust is a dangerous thing.”
Kaela didn’t dignify that with a response. Instead, she followed him to the cockpit, where a star map was projected against the viewport. Zarek tapped a series of coordinates into the nav-system, and the map zoomed in on a remote sector of the galaxy.
“The Vault,” he said, his voice lowering. “It’s real, Kaela. And it’s got something inside worth dying for.”
“You’ve said that before,” she muttered, crossing her arms. “What makes this time different?”
Zarek turned to face her, his expression uncharacteristically serious. “Because this time, it’s not just about the credits. The Vault’s got something inside that could change everything. A weapon, a relic—I don’t know what it is. But I do know that if the wrong people get their hands on it, we’re all screwed.”
Kaela studied him for a long moment, searching for the lie in his words, the telltale flicker of deceit in his eyes. But for once, he seemed sincere. Or maybe she just wanted to believe him.
“Fine,” she said at last. “But if you double-cross me again, I’ll make sure you regret it.”
Zarek’s grin returned, though it didn’t reach his eyes. “Wouldn’t expect anything less.”
As the Iron Lark soared into the void, Kaela’s mind raced. She didn’t trust Zarek, not by a long shot. But the Vault... it was a puzzle she couldn’t resist. And if there was one thing she knew, it was how to turn a gamble into a win.
Even if it meant risking everything.
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