F47: Futuristic Foursome Finds Fortune!

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The hum of the ion drive was a lullaby to Anya as she fiddled with the neural interface. Beside her, Jax was already lost in the holographic star charts, his fingers dancing through nebulae. Across the cramped cabin, Lena was meticulously polishing her kinetic pistols, the soft *shink-shink* a familiar rhythm, while Kai, ever the pragmatist, was running diagnostics on their aging but beloved cargo hauler, the *Stardust Drifter*. They were the Foursome, a mismatched quartet of dreamers and doers navigating the asteroid belts and forgotten trade routes of the Outer Rim.

Their latest venture? A whispered rumour of a pre-Collapse data cache, tucked away in the wreckage of a derelict research station orbiting a dead star. The stories spoke of lost technologies, of schematics that could revolutionize personal shielding or, more enticingly, unlock faster-than-light communication arrays. The potential payout was astronomical, enough to finally upgrade the *Drifter*'s primary engines and maybe, just maybe, buy Anya that custom-built astrogation suite she’d been eyeing.

The station was a ghost ship, its metallic hull pitted and scarred by micrometeoroid impacts. As they docked, a bone-chilling silence descended, broken only by the creaks and groans of stressed metal. Jax, with his uncanny knack for bypassing ancient security systems, led the way, Anya close behind, her scanner sweeping for any dormant energy signatures. Lena, a silent guardian, covered their rear, her eyes sharp and ready. Kai, meanwhile, kept a constant comms link open, monitoring the *Drifter* and listening for any unusual seismic activity from the dying star.

The data core was deep within the station's bowels, protected by a labyrinth of rusted corridors and failing environmental controls. They navigated flickering emergency lights and the unsettling scuttling of unknown lifeforms. Lena’s pistols hummed with latent energy as she dispatched a particularly aggressive metallic arachnid that had taken up residence in a ventilation shaft.

Finally, they reached the central chamber. A single, intact console glowed faintly in the oppressive darkness. Jax worked his magic, his brow furrowed in concentration. Seconds stretched into minutes. Then, a triumphant grin spread across his face. 'Got it!' he exclaimed, his voice echoing slightly.

The data streamed into Anya's portable drive. It wasn't just one cache; it was a trove. Schematics for an organic-based propulsion system, a blueprint for a personal terraforming unit, and most remarkably, a complete set of coordinates for a previously undiscovered, resource-rich asteroid cluster. The rumour mill had undersold it.

Exiting the station, the vacuum of space felt less hostile. The *Stardust Drifter* was their ticket to a new life, a life where they weren't constantly scraping by. The Foursome, united by shared risks and now, shared fortune, set course for the nearest hub, their ship no longer just a hauler, but a vessel carrying the promise of a brighter, and significantly richer, future.

F47: Futuristic Foursome Finds Fortune!

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