[s1e2] Birds Of A — Feather

"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."

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. [S1E2] Birds of a Feather

"You have the drive?" Kaelen whispered, leaning in. His eyes darted toward the door, where a pair of Enforcers were hassling a street vendor. "Time to fly, High-Flyer," Jax grinned, kicking the

A crash at the door ended the philosophy lesson. The Enforcers had spotted them. Kaelen was a High-Flyer, a literal citizen of