Neo-Kemet: The Lunar Spark

The sirens of Aaru-Sina shrieked through the basalt corridors, a rhythmic, bone-deep thrum that vibrated the fillings in your teeth. On your cyberdeck's cracked display, the awful truth burned in pale glyphs: the dynastic battlecruiser *Eye of Ra* had ignited its fusion drives in high Earth orbit, burning straight for Mare Imbrium. Earth hung in the high observation slit above your hideout—a brilliant swirl of blue and white, cold and merciless, sending iron-fisted retribution across three hundred thousand kilometers of vacuum. The air smelled of burnt wire, scorched copper, and the foul, thrice-recycled tang of failing life support. "The imperial garrison just sealed the Primary Relay Tower," Nailah said, slamming a heavy kinetic welder onto the maintenance crate. Her copper-plated ocular implant whirred as she glared toward the sealed blast door at the end of the shaft. Her linen tunic was soaked in hydraulic fluid, the brass scarab on her leather breastplate dulled by grit. "If we breach that bulkhead with thermal charges, we take the substation by force. We put rifles in the workers' hands and blow their loyalist guards into the service duct before they fortify the upper conco…