🤖The screech of boots against rusted alloy shards echoed through the abandoned battlecruiser’s hull as scavenger Kael navigated the dead star cluster on the edge of the Orion Arm, his power helmet’s visor fogging slightly in the frigid vacuum. Three weeks of fruitless searching had left his synth-nutrient reserves running on fumes, until the plasma cutter in his hand bit through a warped emergency bulkhead, revealing a matte blue dagger glinting faintly in the low light💙. This was the standard-issue sidearm of the "Void Echo" spec ops unit, its hollowed blade 3D-printed from salvaged starship armor plating left over from the Annihilation Wars. The triangular cutouts weren’t for weight reduction—Kael recalled classified military docs: when piercing the chitinous shells of the alien "Creep-Shell" hordes, these openings would detonate a cavitation shockwave, liquefying vital organs from within💥. The diamond-patterned grip was designed to lock into tactical power gloves, ensuring a firm hold in zero-g or high-g combat scenarios🔧. He’d just clipped the dagger to his waist’s tactical loop when his helmet’s bio-detection module blared a shrill alarm, red warning lights strobing wildly🔴. From the shadowed recesses of the wreckage behind him, a twisted, humanoid figure stared back at him—at its hip, an identical matte blue dagger hung loosely from a frayed utility belt…