Kaelen finally turned, his eyes flashing with a fierce, quiet intensity. He tapped the breastplate of his armor.
"They call it 'theft' because we took it from their vault," Kaelen continued, his voice dropping to a low growl. "I call it reclamation. This was never theirs to lock away. This belongs to the people who need it to breathe, to farm, to live." Rightful Ownership [v0.4.0 Part 1] By RNGR
He was standing on the bridge of the Vanguard , staring out into the swirling violet nebula of the Fringe. After cycles of searching, blood, and broken promises, he finally had it. Kaelen finally turned, his eyes flashing with a
This is a narrative piece based on the title . "I call it reclamation
The device was an ancient precursor Core. To the galactic authorities, it was contraband. To the mega-corporations, it was limitless power. But to Kaelen and the forgotten people of the Outer Rim, it was something entirely different. It was survival.