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The Maw tried to flee. Kael smiled. He pointed his bow at its engine nacelles and whispered, "Rust."

Kael had been a miner. A nobody. His battered Leonov freighter, held together with salvage tape and spite, was a ghost among the asteroid fields of Beta-3. He knew the hum of a failing warp drive better than the taste of real food. darkorbit uber protegit

Then he decloaked.

A pirate armada—the Crimson Fang, fifty ships strong, led by the legendary dreadnought Maw of Vengeance —blockaded the jump gate to the rich inner systems. They were after a Company convoy. Hundreds of civilian lives were in the balance. The Maw tried to flee

A voice, calm and androgynous, filled his cockpit. A nobody

Two more shots. The dreadnought's engines turned to brittle, orange-brown dust. The ship drifted, helpless.

Then they found him.