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.
Suddenly, the station's gravity failed. Outside the viewport, a fleet of sleek, black silhouettes—ships Elias had never seen before—emerged from the darkness. They didn't fire; they simply circled, like wolves around a campfire. SAGE FOX 267
As the Sage Fox 267 glided into the station's docking bay, the lights flickered and died. The silence was heavy, broken only by the rhythmic hum of the ship’s life support. Elias stepped out, his mag-boots clanking against the deck, only to find the station deserted. No bodies, no signs of struggle—just a single data pad sitting on a console, glowing with a message: The Sage Fox wasn't a sleek military interceptor
"Alright, Fox," Elias whispered, slamming his palm against the ignition. "Let's see if you’re as wise as your name says." Suddenly, the station's gravity failed
Elias scrambled back to the Sage Fox . He didn't have weapons, but he had the 267’s secret weapon: an experimental "Blink" drive that could fold space for a fraction of a second. It was untested, unstable, and likely to tear the ship apart.