Hammer tested the full deadly dozen on Harold's Rest, and they left it a smoking pyre. It was not the only place to suffer such a fate, several other of the less than reputable rest stops also went dark and the few that survived or were unfortunate enough to see the aftermath kept mumbling something about ghosts and flame.

The Harpy landed at a secluded birth that the Broker kept reserved for special guests. Hammer noticed the sleek attack craft sitting parked in the next hangar. The most remarkable thing about it was the large bore cannon that was grafted under the nose and the small pair of cat-like ears that protruded over its canopy… So they were here too.

Hammers ghosts, along with the crew of the Harpy, walked over to inspect the other ship. Most of the ships that sailed the relatively short distances between the shards were cobbled together creations of pieces of a shattered past, that were desperately trying to reach for a future they weren't quite ready for but was the only option for survival. Otherwise the individual shards would sit and watch each other in the fading dust as each died a fate of their own individual creating. It would be hell.

Hammer didn't care about the technological advancements of one ship or another, he cared about something else.

Revenge.

Hammers boots clacked along with his pounding heart as he made his way down the empty carved out hallways of Jades Mine. Local time was obscenely early and he decided he was thankful for that, and didn't want anyone else to see how nervous he looked. He rounded the last corner and came to where the broker kept his little court. The silent guards were there, as always. A pair of those cat helmeted women who never seemed to miss a thing. Both of them turned instantly towards him and he saw them flick the safeties off of their weapons. The light clicks seemed to echo in his mind like thunder.

"Subject recognized.” One of them announced and he watched their posture soften.

"Easy girls. I surrender. Don't want to tussle with your like again.” He said with a genuine smile that he hoped to hide the mounting dread in his heart. They waved him on, no time for idle chit chat from these girls… women... warriors.

They were warriors.