“CaptainStabbin,” Jax read from the comms, smirking. “They’re using your callsign.”
Today, the calendar read April 21, 2424, but the sky told a different story. The ship’s filters had failed three jumps ago, and now a permanent autumn hung in the corridors—leaves of rust and gold drifting through recycled air. A bio-weapon? No. Just a spore cloud from the Veridian Nebula that turned shipboard seasons sentimental. CaptainStabbin 21 04 24 Katana Kombat And Autum...
Location: The rust-hulled sky junker “Katana’s Edge” Atmosphere: Low-orbit over the Amber Wastes “CaptainStabbin,” Jax read from the comms, smirking
She strapped the katana to her belt—not for show, but because on Kombat Ki, refusal meant dishonor. The airlock hissed. Autumn leaves swirled into the void as she jumped. A bio-weapon
The duel lasted forty seconds. Her blade met steel, sparked, and pinned the warlord’s sleeve to the ceremonial post—just like the bar on Titan. She didn’t draw blood. She drew respect.
“We did,” Elara said, tightening her ponytail. “It followed us.”
“Of course they are.”