The cold metal wall of the abandoned observatory brushes against the back of bounty hunter Kael’s suit, his HUD flickering as the proximity alarm blares red in the corner of his vision🚨. He tracked this legendary weapon for six months across three warring star systems, never expecting it to be a 3D printed blade forged from captured nebula resonance material, tinted in soft pink and blue that looks like the dawn of a newborn galaxy. The previous station head hid it here before he was wiped out by the Alliance black ops, leaving only a line of encrypted data on the terminal: this blade can cut the consciousness lockdown the Alliance implanted in every colonist’s neural chip. Kael reaches out and wraps his fingers around the handle, the carved contour perfectly fitting his palm scarred in the Alliance’s desert war💥. The hull rumbles as the Alliance’s frigate starts breaching the outer dock, Kael draws the blade from the hiding niche, a faint hum vibrating up his arm. He smirks adjusting his gravity belt, the Alliance will never know that the weapon they want to destroy is already going to be the first crack on their perfect dictatorship, floating somewhere in the dark nebulas they can never reach🌌