The Black Lion sits dormant, a silent giant of shadow and purple light. Around it, the other Lions—Red, Blue, Green, Yellow—are powered down, their eyes dark. The only movement is the slow, rhythmic sweep of a cleaning drone.

You’re not supposed to be here. Not alone. Garrison and Coalition personnel are restricted to the upper decks. But the security protocols have been glitchy since the last ion storm, and you’ve always been good at finding the gaps.