"You want me to seed this. Spread it across the outer relays. Make it look like pirate streaming."
Karis didn’t care about the Rebellion. She cared about bandwidth.
Karis looked back at the screen. On it, a young man with dark curls was running through an alley, clutching a box. No heroic music. Just breath and terror.
Karis pressed copy all .
"There’s a darkness reaching for everyone on this map. The only question is what you do before it gets there."