Sector 31 was a graveyard of ancient dreadnoughts and forgotten tech, a place where most sensors went blind. But Victoria didn’t fly by radar; she flew by instinct.

Another day in Sector 31, another haul, and more fun than any one pilot had a right to have. Inside Track

She punched the thrusters, banking the ship into a tight 360-degree roll that defied physics, slipping through the narrowing gap with inches to spare. As the nebula spat her back out into the calm of open space, she leaned back, breathing hard, a triumphant laugh echoing in the small cabin.

, was a patchwork masterpiece of chrome and grit, held together by sheer willpower and a high-frequency graviton core.

As she snagged the iridium canister with the magnetic tether, the derelict began to groan, caught in a sudden gravity well. The exit was closing. Victoria didn't panic; she grinned. "Buckle up," she told her empty cockpit.