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Chantal left the plaza with the drive pressed close. Her boots kicked up ash that glittered like tiny constellations. Behind her, the battlecruiser’s engines bellowed; the city’s lights snapped, then bloomed into a pattern of fires that traced the edges of the skyline.

She moved like a silhouette against the ruins: precision, economy, and a grace that belied the weight of her past. The corridor opened into a plaza where a rusted statue—once a memorial to exploration—loomed over the cracked pavement. At its base, the device pulsed faintly, its light a single steady heartbeat. chantal del sol icarus fallenpdf

On the shuttle, Tomas met her with a look that mixed relief and reproach. "You did good," he said. "But you looked like you wanted to jump." Chantal left the plaza with the drive pressed close

"Maybe I did," she replied, tucking the drive away where its secrets would find careful hands. "But I pulled my wings back in time." She moved like a silhouette against the ruins:

Someone else wanted what she held.

But heroics were a language Chantal spoke poorly. She had learned early that the right tool at the right time could do the talking for her. Her fingers found a maintenance hatch, and with a few swift motions she bypassed the alarms. The drive came loose as if it had been waiting for her touch.