The red dust hadn’t settled in New Shanghai when the sirens screamed — someone had just stolen the Core.

Not money. Not jewels. The Core: a quantum crystal that powered half the Martian colonies. Without it, cities would freeze, oxygen would thin, and gravity would flicker like bad Wi-Fi.

The thief? A rogue cyborg named Vex, built for war but wired for rebellion. She didn’t want riches — she wanted revenge. The Martian Syndicate had erased her memories, turned her into a weapon, and now she was rewriting the ending.

She had 48 hours before the orbital enforcers locked the planet down. Her crew: a blind hacker named Echo who saw code like music, a genetically modified lizard-man named Rask who could climb anything, and a sentient drone named Zip who narrated everything like a sarcastic podcast.

They raced across the crimson dunes in a stolen hover-train, dodging bounty hunters, sandstorms, and psychic monks who could explode heads with a whisper. Every move was tracked. Every ally was a traitor waiting to flip.

But Vex had a secret: the Core wasn’t just power — it was a key. To a vault buried beneath Olympus Mons. A vault that held the truth about Earth’s final war, and maybe… her real name.

The last scene? Vex standing at the edge of the vault, blood on her boots, stars burning overhead, whispering: “Let’s finish this.”