"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."
Together, the mechanic and the aristocrat leaped through the back window, hurtling into the smog-filled abyss of the city. Two vastly different birds, finally forced to flock together. [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
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. Two vastly different birds, finally forced to flock together
Jax patted his vest. "The drive, the encryption keys, and a very short fuse. Why are we doing this again?"
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."
"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?"