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Jax frowned. "That’s my yard’s designation," he muttered. "Why is a military case labeled with a civilian junk code?" - The Memory Of Trees -1995- Flac — Enya
Jax froze. The proximity alarm didn't beep for stray debris; it screamed for heavy metal. He pulled his goggles down around his neck and limped over to the console. A massive derelict cruiser was drifting into his salvage net. It was a Leviathan-class destroyer, scarred by laser fire and stripped of its insignia.
Suddenly, the floor vibrated. Jax looked up. Through the hull breach above, he saw the sky outside lighting up. Not with sunrise, but with engine exhaust. Three sleek, black cutters were descending toward the salvage yard.
The work was tedious until the scanner pinged.