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With nothing but a limping ship and an outdated mask to her name, Wylla needs a big pay day. When the alert goes out that a lucrative piece of tech lies hidden on a nearby planet, she calls on all the swiftness of her prey-animal instincts to beat other hunters to it.

What you found wasn't your ticket out--it was my corpse wearing an AI mask. When you touched the mask, you heard my voice. A consciousness spinning through metal and circuits, a bodiless mind, spun to life in the HAWK's temporary storage. I crystallized and realized: I was alive.

Masks aren't supposed to retain memory, much less identity, but the woman inside the MARK I HAWK is real, and she sees Wylla in a way no one ever has. Sees her, and doesn't find her wanting or unwhole.

Armed with military-grade tech and a lifetime of staying one step ahead of the hunters, Wylla and HAWK set off to get answers from the man who discarded HAWK once before: her ex-husband.

Wylla and Sable take their revenge to the very corporation keeping the galaxy turning...

With her identity erased from the Corporate Federation, Wylla is a ghost in the machine: untraceable, unpredictable, and fueled by vengeance. She fights alongside Sable, the AI consciousness whose murder they avenged, the one she loves in ways no system could ever define. Together, they've built a reputation for tearing through VisorForge's carefully constructed lies.

But notoriety has a cost.

When one of their attacks draws the attention of the Edenic Order--a clandestine eco-resistance whose insurgents bloom with Old Earth flora--Wylla and Sable are offered something more than revenge: a chance to dismantle VisorForge from the roots up.

As they fall deeper into the Order's radical vision, tensions rise. Wylla, seduced by ideology, by purpose, by something--or someone--else. Sable, pushed to her morals' limits when what she's wanted since death is at her fingertips.

To survive, they'll need to embrace what makes them dangerous: two minds, one body, and a shared resolve to bring down a corporatized dystopia--no matter the cost.