Some say a fair fight is a mark of honor. In our doctrine, a fair fight is just a failure to escalate. When you tackle our lone pilot, you assume you’ve cornered your prey. You misunderstand the dynamic: we aren't the prey. We are the beacon.

When the cynosural field ignites, it rips through the grid like a toxic chemical burn. Through that spatial rupture, our "Passenger" makes the delivery. And that payload is an entire fleet landing directly on your head.