"Time to fly, High-Flyer," Jax grinned, kicking the table over to create a barricade. He pulled a pair of makeshift mag-grapples from his belt and tossed one to Kaelen. "Hope you aren't afraid of heights."
A crash at the door ended the philosophy lesson. The Enforcers had spotted them. [S1E2] Birds of a Feather
"You have the drive?" Kaelen whispered, leaning in. His eyes darted toward the door, where a pair of Enforcers were hassling a street vendor. "Time to fly, High-Flyer," Jax grinned, kicking the
Kaelen’s polished exterior cracked, showing a flicker of genuine fear. "Because up there, we’re all gilded cages and scripted smiles. My father wants to glass the Lower Rings to build a 'scenic park.' You’re the only one with the tech to stop the launch." The Enforcers had spotted them
"Birds of a feather," Jax muttered, echoing an old proverb his grandfather used. "We aren't the same, Jax," Kaelen countered.
"No? We’re both sitting in a basement, hiding from the same police, trying to keep a world from ending. If we're both flying toward the same sun, does it matter whose wings are real and whose are scrap metal?"
The neon hum of the "Aether & Ore" tavern was the only thing louder than Jax’s nerves. In the dive bars of the Lower Rings, people didn't just hang out; they coalesced like oil on water.