London, Halif Faruk, Roman Mercur... - Of - Lawrence

“We’re hitting the Aegis refinery at 0400,” London grumbled, his voice like gravel. “No mistakes. This isn’t a training sim.”

The hangar doors hissed open, revealing the sleek, black silhouette of their ship. The mission was suicide to some, but to London, Faruk, and Mercur, it was just another Tuesday in the void. OF - Lawrence London, Halif Faruk, Roman Mercur...

As they prepped their gear, the camaraderie was unspoken but absolute. They were the outliers, the ones the Federation called when diplomacy failed and the odds were impossible. “We’re hitting the Aegis refinery at 0400,” London