[s1e1] Old Friends, New Names -

"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."

Outside, the heavy thrum of an Enforcer dropship vibrated the glass. The hunt was closing in. Elias downed the whiskey, the burn familiar and grounding. He reached for the chip. [S1E1] Old Friends, New Names

"Because," she leaned in, her optics whirring softly as they focused, "you’re the only one left who remembers my real name. And I need someone I can’t hack to hold the line." "Fine," he muttered, standing up and checking the

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." It’s just us

"And you look dead, ," Elias countered, his voice rasping. "Or should I call you Vex now? That’s the name on the bounty boards."

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."