Spy Tugs
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The sleek, obsidian hull of the SpyTug 185-G44 slid through the inky void, a silent predator stalking its prey. Inside, the air hummed with the low thrum of suppressed energy fields and the faint, sterile scent of recycled oxygen. Agent Kael’s fingers danced across the holographic interface, casting a pale blue light across his grim features. His mission, to intercept the data-core from the rogue freighter *Serenity's Price*, had just taken a disastrous turn. A proximity alert flashed, its silent pulse a stark warning of inbound hostiles. He had expected corporate security, not the sleek, unmarked fighters now spilling from the freighter's shadowy hangar bay. With a gut-wrenching lurch, the SpyTug veered, its inertial dampeners straining as plasma fire painted the starscape with incandescent streaks. Kael slammed the throttle forward, feeling the g-forces press him deep into his command couch. The ship shuddered violently as a glancing blow sparked consoles and filled the cabin with the acrid smell of ozone and scorched wiring. He was cornered, outgunned, and running out of time, the precious data-core feeling more like a tombstone with every passing second.
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