Adventure of Sion: Freelancer Swarm

The service door blows inward in a grinding sheet of metal. Behind it, the corridor caves, dust and fractured support ribs spilling across the threshold. The exit is not blocked by intruders, but by the building itself.

Jorvik strains in his cuffs, hovering low and useless near the floor. Abby braces her bulk against a wall, staring at the collapse with a hard, calculating glare. The tray of seized serum inventory sits near Sion’s boots, one sharp impact away from becoming scattered evidence.

A second tremor ripples through the room. Fine cracks spider down the mirror wall, and a chunk of ceiling plating drops into the debris choke, making the route to Sion’s ship even narrower.

Sion squares up with his cuffs and seized evidence in hand, the prisoners, the proof, and the broken path all pressing together at once. Whatever is hitting the facility, it is forcing the arrest to continue under fire.

Sion hooks an arm under Abby’s cuffed wrists and drives her forward, the serum tray balanced tight against his other side. Her massive frame lurches with the shove, but she gives ground, boots scraping over dust and chipped plating.

The cracked mirror wall flashes their warped reflections as they cross the room. Jorvik bobs after them at floor level, still helpless in his cuffs, glaring at the narrowing gap.

Another tremor shivers through the corridor plating, sending a thin hiss of dust through the broken doorway. The route ahead is ugly, but it is open enough for Sion to push through with Abby and the evidence.

Abby twists her shoulders toward the exit, already bracing to shoulder weight if he needs it. The military-grade signal scrambler rattles once inside the seized tray as they move.