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"Captain, the xeno signature is trailing off, but they aren't gone," reported Jara, the ship’s veteran spy. Her fingers danced across the console, tracking the ghost-like echoes of a Terrox Hunter that had been harrying them for three sectors.

"Trapped between a xeno and a hard place," muttered Vahn, the ship’s master mechanic, as he scrambled to patch a leaking coolant line. Star.Traders.Frontiers.v3.3.13.rar

"Initiate the jump," Kaelen ordered. "We can’t fight them in open space. Our hull is already at forty percent." "Captain, the xeno signature is trailing off, but

The ship lurched, the stars outside the viewport stretching into long, shimmering needles of light. For a moment, the crew held their breath, feeling the familiar, nauseating pull of the Void. Then, with a violent shudder, they emerged into a new system. But they weren't alone. "Initiate the jump," Kaelen ordered

Kaelen nodded, his eyes fixed on the navigation display. They were carrying a high-value data cube for a Prince of the Faen court, a piece of intel that could tip the scales of the upcoming Great Council. But the xeno didn't care about politics; it only cared about the hunt.