Sold to the Disfigured Billionaire
Inside was a single, fist-sized chunk of flawless, liquid-metal Class-Omega armor plate stolen from Zenith Prime.
The music in the club suddenly felt very far away. Vex’s cybernetic eye expanded, scanning the metal.
"Pure Architect nanolaminate," Vex breathed, absolute greed washing over his half-metal face. "This is impossible. The Golden Empire doesn't let this tech outside their borders. Where did you get this?"
"I took it," Sebastian answered, his voice a low, commanding rumble. "And I have a hold full of it. I want ten gigatons of military-grade plasma fuel, hyperdrive components, and I want to buy out the contracts of your top three mercenary battalions."
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