[s1e1] | Old Friends, New Names

The door hissed open, admitting a gust of damp air and a woman in a high-collar kinetic duster. She didn’t look like the girl Elias had gone through the Academy with ten years ago. Her eyes, once a soft brown, were now a piercing, calibrated electric blue. She slid into the booth. "You look old, Elias."

"Fine," he muttered, standing up and checking the charge on his pulse-pistol. "But if we survive the night, you’re buying the next round. And no 'Vex' nonsense. It’s just us." [S1E1] Old Friends, New Names

She pulled a silver data-chip from her sleeve and slid it across the scarred metal table. "Names are just skins. I’ve shed three since the uprising. Right now, I’m the only person who can stop the Sector 4 purge." The door hissed open, admitting a gust of