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NATION OF X’OMNERA — THE SPIRE — MAINTENANCE LEVEL
The Emitter Core was heavier than it looked.
Talla held the case against her chest, fingers tight on the grip.
Riven killed the corridor lights on their way out. The hall dropped to a dim safety strip glow.
Set took point again.
“Same way we came in,” he said. "Almost out."
They moved.
Back past dormant generators.
Back under the flickering bulb.
Back to the hatch.
Riven listened at the seam.
Tap. Tap.
“Nothing,” he whispered.
Set eased the latch. The hatch sighed open, coolant air washing over them from the Spire’s spine.
They slipped back into the narrow service gap behind the pipes.
The building’s heartbeat was louder here.
Talla angled her body so the Core stayed shielded.
Riven smirked, quiet. “Told you. In and out. Easy.”
Set didn’t answer.
He heard it first.
A second heartbeat overlaying the building’s.
Higher pitch. Mechanical.
Growing.
He stopped so suddenly Talla almost bumped him.
“What?” Riven whispered.
Set’s ears flattened.
“They're back, drones.”
The word barely left his mouth before a cobalt glow leaked through the slits of the vent above them.
Talla’s tail went rigid. “Already?”
Riven clenched his jaw. “Rain again?”
Set didn’t respond. He shoved the vent aside and climbed.
They emerged onto a maintenance balcony that wrapped around the back of the Spire.
The city opened around them. Rain falling in thin sheets, towers cutting through the sky.
Cobalt light washed over the concrete.
Interceptor Drones moved in a wide sweep across the district, drifting in long arcs as they searched.
Not at strike density this time, but heavier than a standard patrol.
“Feels lighter than the sweep,” Talla said under her breath. “They’re looking for something, I don't think it's us.”
Riven’s fingers drummed once against the railing. “Yeah, well, let’s not give them a reason to change their minds.”
Set scanned their search pattern.
The drones weren’t focusing on the Spire itself. They were flowing past, angling north, following the echo of the depot strike.
Then one unit broke pattern.
Its lens rotated. Tilted.
Locked.
A beam of thin blue light swept the balcony, brushing over Set’s wraps.
The glyph burned once under his bandages.
The drone halted mid-air.
Talla swore. “We need to move.”
The drone pinged. A sharp, hollow chirp.
Three more pivoted their lenses toward the same point.
Set’s pulse stayed steady.
Riven cursed under his breath. “Cool. Now we’re the problem.”
The first drone rose higher, projecting a tight cone of light down the side of the Spire.
A targeting curtain.
Set yanked them back into the shadow of the cooling stack.
“We drop levels,” he said. “Keep concrete above us.”
He didn’t wait for agreement.
He moved.
They ran along the balcony, boots slapping wet metal, then cut into the next access stairwell.
The door didn’t even finish swinging shut before a cobalt beam hit it and flared.
Talla grabbed the rail and swung herself down three steps at a time. Riven vaulted the side, landing lower, hand catching the next level.
Above them, drones began to cluster.
The Spire’s outer speakers crackled.
A synthetic voice rolled across the tower district. Calm, clipped, official.
''Lockdown in effect. All available units respond to Tower sector. All non-essential units divert to upper grid.”
The air changed.
Half the swarm peeled away.
Hundreds of cobalt lights broke formation and arrowed toward the Towers, leaving a thinner line over the Spire.
Talla’s eyes tracked them through the stairwell window.
“They’re leaving,” she said. “Something hit the Towers.”
Set watched the pattern shift.
Some drones left.
Some didn’t.
Four units held position near the Spire’s spine, lens locked on their sector. A smaller net, but tighter.
“They’re rerouting priority,” Set said. “But the glyph still has their attention.”
He flexed his hand. The burn under his wraps agreed.
Riven’s jaw clenched. “So what, we sprint through this and hope Rain is too busy to notice?”
“No,” Set said.
He stopped on the next landing and turned to them fully.
Talla almost ran into him.
“We split,” he said. “You two take the Core to Otto. I'll take the drones the other away.”
Talla shook her head once, fast. “No.”
Riven didn’t even let him finish. “We’re not doing the noble sacrifice thing.”
Set stared at them both.
“I’m not sacrificing anything,” he said. “I’m buying time. They’re reading the glyph. Not the Core. You carrying it makes more sense.”
Talla’s eyes narrowed. “And what if Rain shows up again?”
“Then he was always going to,” Set said. “Core or no Core.”
Silence held for a breath.
The drones’ hum grew louder above them, closing in on the stairwell entrance.
Riven looked at Talla.
He didn’t joke this time.
“He’s right,” Riven said. “They've6 flagged him. Not us.”
“That’s not the point,” Talla snapped.
“Yeah, it is,” Set said. “We need this. We need the glyph off. We get that Core to Otto.”
He stepped closer, voice dropping.
“I can lose four drones.”
Talla’s ear twitched. She hated that he was calm.
“Two hours,” she said. “If you’re not at Vei’s by then—”
"You're making this seem like a goodbye,” Set cut in. "It's not. Two hours."
Riven pressed the Core case into Talla’s arms more securely.
“We'll get it there” he told Set. “I'll make sure Otto doesn’t try to play cute.”
Set gave the smallest nod.
“Sounds right.”
The stairwell lights flickered.
The door above them shuddered as something hit it from the outside. Drones or reinforcements, hard to tell.
Set turned and moved down one more level, then shouldered open a side access that led to a maintenance catwalk overlooking another alley.
The rain washed through the gap. The city felt closer out here.
He glanced back once.
Riven lifted two fingers in a lazy mock salute.
Talla met his eyes, tail low for the first time all night.
“Don’t make me regret this,” she said.
“You won’t,” Set answered.
He stepped through the door and let it swing shut between them.
The drones followed him.
You could feel it.
They tracked the glyph.
They tracked the anomaly.
Set vaulted the catwalk rail and dropped to the lower platform, then to the ground, knees bending to take the fall. Concrete splashed under his boots.
Two drones shot around the corner almost instantly, lenses flaring bright.
Set ran.
He cut away from the Towers. Away from Otto. Away from the Core.
Back toward the maze where he felt most at home.
Back toward the Rustline.
The drones stayed on him, beams tracking his outline, pinging updates into the grid.
He ducked under a hanging pipe, slid across a line of wet crates, and burst into a wider service street.
More units started to pivot in his direction, dragged by the data trail.
Good.
He wanted all eyes on him.
He took a hard left down a slope that most citizens never noticed, a ramp that bled from polished Towers flooring into the rusted arteries of the lower district.
Rain thinned as buildings closed in.
The hum of the upper circuits softened, replaced by the deep grind of factory blocks and the clatter of loose sheet metal in the wind.
The Rustline’s edge.
Home turf.
Set’s breathing stayed even.
A drone fired a neutralizer shot at his heels. The beam scorched the ground, leaving a smoking circle where his foot had been a blink earlier.
He bared his teeth, more instinct than expression.
“Try harder,” he muttered.
He dove into a tangle of storage containers welded into a crooked tower. Tight angles. Narrow gaps. No clean firing lanes.
The drones followed, but their formation frayed. The city fought them now. Bad geometry. Blind corners. Clutter.
Set vaulted a low wall, slid beneath a half-collapsed scaffold, then squeezed through a gap between two corrugated fences that only a Pantera-Kajin body could make feel simple.
One drone tried to cut him off and clipped the fence, sparking against metal. Its stabilizer faltered for a second.
Set spun and swiped upward, claws raking the lens.
The drone jerked sideways, crashed into the ground, and died with a fizz of static and a sharp pop.
He didn’t stick around to admire it.
More units swarmed the alley behind him.
He kept moving.
Kept cutting downward.
Further from The Spire. Further from the Towers. Closer to the places even Rain didn’t like sending his toys without backup.
Up above, the synthetic voice rolled out again, distant but clear.
“Personnel Breach in Tower sector. All available units converge. Non-critical sweeps divert to secondary paths.”
Set felt the shift.
Two of the drones above him broke off, arcing upward toward the glow of the Towers.
The last one stayed.
Its lens flared bright, beam tightening on his back.
“Persistent,” Set said under his breath.
He bolted through the final choke of alley and out into a wider Rustline street.
People looked up, quick, then looked away.
Drones meant questions.
Questions meant trouble.
Set cut under a hanging tarp, vanished between two leaning walls, and let the district swallow him.
Behind him, the last drone hunted.
Above him, hundreds more climbed toward the Towers, where Rain’s real storm was waiting.
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