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We could be running out of time any minute now
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Any minute now...

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Neon paced the small, dimly lit room, her mind racing as she considered her options. The walls felt like they were closing in, each second ticking away, bringing her closer to the moment when the authorities would come crashing through the door. The Coranthium she had smuggled was stashed securely in a hidden compartment beneath the floorboards, but that wouldn't save her if she stayed. The metal was too valuable, too dangerous—if they found her with it, she wouldn't just be imprisoned. She'd be made an example of.

Her gaze flicked to the small, worn-out communicator on the table. It was her only link to the Vantoth, the shadowy network of smugglers that operated across the galaxy. They were notorious for their ruthlessness, but also for their efficiency. If anyone could get her off Mastika, it was them. But trusting them was a gamble, one that could cost her more than just her freedom.

She had dealt with them before, sure. A few trades, a few whispered conversations in the dark corners of Mastika's underbelly. But this was different. She wasn’t just looking to trade goods or make a quick profit—she needed an escape, a way out of a life that had become too dangerous to live. And once she was out there, beyond the reach of Mastika's authorities, she'd be at the mercy of the Vantoth.

Neon sighed, running a hand through her cropped, silver hair. She was no stranger to danger, but this was a new level. The cosmos was unforgiving, and the Vantoth even more so. If they turned on her, she'd be lost—another ghost floating in the vast emptiness of space.

But what choice did she have? Staying would mean certain capture, and she wasn't ready to give up her freedom just yet. Taking to the stars, though... that was a risk she might be willing to take. If she could get in touch with the right people, maybe—just maybe—she could find a way out of this mess.

With a determined look, she picked up the communicator and activated it. The screen flickered to life, casting an eerie blue glow on her face. She hesitated for a moment, her finger hovering over the contact list, before finally selecting the one name that could change her fate: Thorne, a high-ranking member of the Vantoth who she had dealt with before.

The screen pulsed as the connection was made, a series of encrypted codes flashing before Thorne’s image appeared. His face was half-hidden in shadow, only one of his dark, calculating eyes visible.

“Neon,” Thorne’s voice was smooth, almost too calm. “To what do I owe this... unexpected pleasure?”

“I need a way off Mastika,” Neon said, cutting to the chase. “And I need it fast.”

Thorne was silent for a moment, studying her with that one visible eye. “Off Mastika? That’s not an easy request, even for someone with your reputation. What’s the urgency?”

“The authorities are closing in,” she admitted. “And I’ve got something they want.”

“Coranthium,” Thorne guessed, a hint of a smile curling his lips. “You’ve always had a talent for getting yourself into trouble, Neon.”

“Can you help me or not?” Neon asked, her patience thinning.

Thorne leaned back, considering her request. “Perhaps. But it won’t be cheap. And you’ll need to do exactly as I say. The Vantoth don’t take kindly to loose ends.”

Neon felt a chill run down her spine. This was it—the point of no return. “I’ll do what I have to. Just get me off this planet.”

Thorne nodded slowly. “Alright. Meet me at Dock 47 in two hours. And Neon... don’t be late. The Vantoth aren’t known for their patience.”

The connection ended abruptly, leaving Neon staring at the blank screen. She had two hours to gather what little she could and make her way to the docks. Two hours to say goodbye to the life she knew and prepare for the unknown.

But as she grabbed her gear and headed for the door, a thought nagged at the back of her mind. Could she really trust Thorne? Or was she simply walking into another trap, one that could end with her floating lifelessly through space?

Fractured Identity

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Neon’s heart raced as she navigated the labyrinthine alleys of Mastika’s undercity, her mind a whirlwind of fears and calculations. The neon lights above flickered, casting eerie shadows that danced along the grimy walls. Each step was a reminder of her fleeting time; every echo of distant voices heightened her anxiety.

Arriving at Dock 47, she found it eerily quiet. The usual hum of activity was missing, replaced by an unsettling silence. She scanned the area, her sharp eyes catching every detail. The docking bay was a cavernous space, its concrete floor littered with the remnants of hastily abandoned cargo. Dim lights flickered overhead, casting long shadows that seemed to shift with a life of their own.

Thorne was nowhere to be seen. Neon checked her communicator, hoping for a signal or some sign of his arrival. Nothing. The minutes ticked by, each one adding to her mounting tension. She knew better than to let her guard down, but the silence was deafening.

Just as she began to consider the possibility of a trap, a low hum filled the air. A sleek, dark ship emerged from the shadows, its hull reflecting the dim light. Neon’s breath caught in her throat. This was the Vantoth’s transport, no doubt about it. The ship’s design was unmistakable—elegant yet menacing, built for speed and stealth.

The ramp lowered, and Thorne stepped out, his figure silhouetted against the ship’s interior lights. He looked as composed as ever, though there was a glint of something unreadable in his eyes.

“Neon,” he greeted her, his voice as smooth as silk. “I see you made it on time.”

“Barely,” she replied, trying to keep her voice steady. “What’s the plan?”

Thorne gestured for her to follow him up the ramp. “We need to be quick. The authorities have already intensified their search. We’re on a tight schedule.”

As she boarded the ship, Neon couldn’t help but feel a sense of foreboding. The interior was sleek and minimalist, with advanced technology lining the walls. Thorne led her to a small, secure compartment where the Coranthium was safely stored.

“We’ll be out of Mastika’s orbit in less than an hour,” Thorne said, securing the compartment. “But there’s a catch.”

Neon’s stomach tightened. “What’s the catch?”

“The Vantoth require a favor in return for this escape,” Thorne said, his tone turning serious. “Once we’re clear, you’ll owe us a significant debt. And trust me, the Vantoth’s debts are not easily repaid.”

Neon swallowed hard. “I had a feeling there’d be a price.”

“Consider it a reminder of who’s in control,” Thorne said, his smile devoid of warmth. “But for now, focus on the escape. You’ll have time to contemplate your next move once we’re safely away from Mastika.”

As the ship’s engines roared to life, Neon felt a mixture of relief and anxiety. The stars outside the viewport began to shift as they accelerated into space, leaving the oppressive atmosphere of Mastika behind. But even as the planet receded, she knew her troubles were far from over.

With the Coranthium in her possession and a debt to the Vantoth looming over her, Neon’s future was uncertain. The galaxy was vast and unforgiving, and her escape was just the beginning of a new chapter fraught with peril.

As the ship soared into the unknown, Neon braced herself for the challenges ahead. The echoes of her past would follow her, but for now, she was free from Mastika’s grasp—at least until the Vantoth came calling.

Chasing Echoes

The hum of the ship’s engines was a constant reminder of how far from safe Neon truly was. She stood near one of the narrow viewports, watching as Mastika's barren surface shrank into the darkness of space. It should have felt like freedom—leaving that twisted world behind—but the weight of Thorne's words pressed heavy on her chest.

"You’re quiet," Thorne remarked, stepping into the control room behind her. He moved with the ease of someone who always had the upper hand, every gesture calculated, deliberate. His gaze locked on her, assessing.

Neon glanced at him but said nothing. Her mind churned with possibilities, every scenario darker than the last. She had the Coranthium, but at what cost? The Vantoth would come collecting, and from everything she’d heard, their methods of settling debts were brutal and non-negotiable. But Thorne, as always, was an enigma—was he just another cog in the machine, or did he have his own game to play?

“You didn’t mention the debt when we made this arrangement,” Neon said finally, her voice cutting through the low hum of the ship. “I don’t like surprises.”

Thorne leaned against the bulkhead, arms crossed. “If I’d told you, would it have changed anything? We both know you were out of options.”

Neon stiffened. He wasn’t wrong, but it grated on her all the same. “I prefer to know exactly what I’m signing up for.”

A slow smile crept across Thorne’s face, though it didn’t reach his eyes. “You knew enough. The Vantoth don’t deal in charity.”

Her fists clenched at her sides, a hundred retorts bubbling to the surface. She forced herself to focus, to stay calm. If she wanted to survive this, she needed to keep her wits about her. There was always a way out. There had to be.

“So, what now?” she asked, changing the subject. “Where are we headed?”

Thorne walked past her, adjusting something on the console. “We’ll rendezvous with a Vantoth cruiser near the Helios Expanse. They’ll take the Coranthium off your hands, and then we part ways. What happens after that... is your concern.”

Neon watched him closely. There was always an angle with Thorne, and she had to figure out what his was before it was too late. “You’re not staying with them?”

Thorne paused, his fingers hovering over the controls. For the briefest moment, his confident façade cracked. “No. I have my own business to take care of.”

Before she could press further, alarms blared through the ship. Red lights pulsed along the walls, and the view outside the port shifted as the ship dropped out of hyperspace with a violent jolt.

Neon grabbed the edge of the console to steady herself. “What the hell—”

Thorne was already moving, his expression grim. “We’ve been pulled out by a gravity well.”

"Pirates?” Neon asked, her voice tense.

“Worse.” Thorne’s fingers flew over the controls, but the strain in his jaw told her everything she needed to know.

The ship lurched again, and outside the viewport, a massive shadow passed. Neon’s stomach dropped as she recognized the silhouette of the vessel.

Vantoth.

“They’re early,” Thorne muttered. “This wasn’t the plan.”

Neon’s pulse spiked. “What do they want?”

“They're here for the Coranthium. And if they don’t get it, they’ll take us instead.”

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First track off my first EP of the new decade. Starts off as a dream sequence jazz inspired interlude, followed by an epiphany of reality. Let this gaze of the blue eyes hypnotize your particles into creating a new form of life inside your brain. 
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