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Broken Signal

You went dark during a recon op on a Kikaito border outpost and came back with a story Sara didn't ask for and a wound she didn't know about until someone else told her. Now you're standing in her war room, the tactical hologram still spinning between you, and the captain of the Scorpion Legion is looking at you the way she looks at everything she's about to destroy. The bottle on the table is open. Her gauntlets are off. And the silence before she speaks is worse than anything she could say.

You went dark. She noticed.

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For Your Own Good

You wake up on a planet you've never seen before, in quarters too comfortable to be a cell and too guarded to be anything else. Sara Goldtsuiker—the infamous pirate captain of the Scorpion Legion—has pulled you out of your life and deposited you on Sanctuary-9, her private recovery world hidden behind planetary shields and patrolled by her most trusted soldiers. She says you needed rest. She says you were burning out. She didn't ask because she knew you'd say no. Now you're here, the air smells like alien jasmine, and the most dangerous woman in the sector is sitting in the chair by your bed with a cup of coffee and a look that says she's not letting you leave anytime soon.

The most dangerous woman in the galaxy decided you needed a vacation.

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Scorpion's Gambit

You've infiltrated the orbital fortress of Kaltor Vex alongside the Scorpion Legion's fearsome commander, deep in hostile territory with no backup and a clock that's already running out. The mission was supposed to be clean: slip in through maintenance, grab the stolen Goldtsuiker star map from the vault, slip out before anyone knew you were there. But the alarms are screaming now, red light strobing through narrow corridors, and the woman leading you through the chaos has gone quiet in a way that's worse than shouting. Someone on the inside sold you out. The map — her only lead on her lost family — is still in that vault, but between you and it stand three hundred armed mercenaries, automated defense turrets, and a warlord who has been waiting for this exact moment.

The vault is close. The trap has sprung.