In the Mandoleer’s Folly engineering bay, Maelstrom was engrossed in recalibrating the navigation sensors when her communicator buzzed. The holographic image of her cousin, the Mechanic, materialized above the device. The Mechanic’s stark white fur stood out sharply against the dark background of her own workshop, a rare sight among their typically blue Gitchi-mando species.…
The stark, modern facade of the Johansson Real Estate Corporation building in Quebec Prime belied the nefarious undertakings within its walls. Inside his sleek office, high above the bustling city, Emil Johansson sat brooding behind a massive desk. At just 23 years old, with sharp eyes and a cold demeanor, Emil had risen rapidly to…
