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As the ship tore through the fabric of space, the silence of the nebula swallowed them. There, suspended in a web of ionized gas, sat a jagged silhouette. It wasn't a ship anymore; it was a ghost of steel and wire.

Jax boarded the wreck, his torch cutting through the frozen air. He found the bridge, and there, etched into the captain’s console, were the final characters of the code. It wasn't a treasure map. It was a warning. The Rtbhs Core wasn't a battery. It was a beacon. jovnzwv-dr-6908-rtbhs-nworrfa-kys-24-43-isnx-ixiyisr

Jax checked his fuel. He had enough for one jump. The coordinates followed the string: . As the ship tore through the fabric of