Where’d you score that thing, Kaan?\" Jax’s static-laced voice crackled over the comms, his cybernetic left eye glinting at the Abyssal Frost Shadow Ω-Class Tactical Assault Dagger in Kaan’s grip. Kaan ran a calloused thumb along the plasma-scorched ridges on the hilt, the dagger’s internal core humming softly against his combat gauntlet🔦. \"127 Outpost. Found it jammed in a drone worm’s skull, purple ichor still crusting the hollow slots of the handle🌀.\" The Federation’s central databases held zero records of the weapon—only the faint Ω engraving at the hilt’s tip marked it as top-secret black project tech. Mid-chase after a raider squad, the dagger’s vibration had spiked into a high-pitched whine that cut through the arctic wasteland’s roiling electromagnetic storm. Kaan spun on his heel, but only caught a flash of gunmetal gray in the fog before it vanished🔮. The dagger’s side vents glowed with a pale, icy blue, a silent warning he couldn’t decode. He pressed the blade to his armor’s energy core, the thrumming syncing with his own accelerated heartbeat, and a cold thought crept in: maybe the outpost hadn’t fallen to the bugs. Maybe it had fallen to the weapon he now held.