They burned like little moons metal hearts abandoned, humming with other people's plunder. We slipped between the constellations like a promise and a threat, a cold hands-on-the-throttle lullaby. A single volley, surgical and vindictive, and the tractor's light winked out; wreckage blossomed into starlight for a breath. The heathens of New Eden cried into vacuum and got only the echo of their own greed. We collected the silence like trophies.
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