The echo of footsteps reverberated through the crumbling corridors of an abandoned alien citadel. Ayla moved cautiously, her weapon drawn, her breaths shallow in the thin atmosphere. Beside her, Ravyn-9’s glowing eyes cast a cold, azure light over the wreckage. The air between them was charged, though whether it was from the lingering tension of their last argument or something unspoken, Ayla couldn’t be sure.
“You’re certain this lead is worth risking everything?” Ayla asked, keeping her voice low.
Ravyn didn’t look at her. His voice, usually monotone, carried a strange undercurrent of hesitation. “The data Kael encrypted mentioned this location repeatedly. If there’s anything left of the Resistance’s hope, it’s here.”
“Hope?” Ayla scoffed. “Strange word for a machine.”