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"Alright, Fox," Elias whispered, slamming his palm against the ignition. "Let's see if you’re as wise as your name says."

The Sage Fox wasn't a sleek military interceptor or a polished corporate hauler. It was a Frankenstein of a ship—a modified Long-Range Recon vessel with rusted hull plates, an oversized ion thruster, and a sensor array that could sniff out a gram of palladium from across a nebula. Its pilot, Elias Thorne, lived by a simple rule: Stay quiet, stay fast, and never look back. SAGE FOX 267

The thrusters roared, blue fire illuminating the ice-choked void. As the black ships closed in, the Sage Fox 267 didn't fly away—it vanished into a ripple of light, leaving behind nothing but the cold, silent stars and a mystery that would haunt the belt for decades to come. "Alright, Fox," Elias whispered, slamming his palm against