Sage Fox 267 (2025)

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.

In the year 2142, the Kuiper Belt was no longer a frozen graveyard of ice and rock; it was the final frontier for "The Scavengers." Among them, no pilot was more whispered about in the low-light bars of Triton than the one behind the stick of the . 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

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. In the year 2142, the Kuiper Belt was

The call came in over a scrambled frequency—a distress signal from an unregistered research station tucked inside the shadow of 2002 MS4. The pay was triple the standard rate, paid in untraceable credits. Elias knew it was a trap, but the Sage Fox ’s fuel cells were hitting the red, and his luck was thinner than the station’s atmosphere.