We timed the ring test to Luna Base's night cycle even though the moon doesn't care about clocks. Crews move smarter when the lights tell them it's late; mistakes get tired and honest.
"Two phases," Kade said at the briefing table—really a crate with a map pinned to it. "Phase one: controlled hits. Phase two: the sky forgets its manners. If the field wobbles, you pull, I patch, we try again tomorrow."
"Redeemers on corners," Rachel added. "If anyone kisses the floor, you don't drag them. You call. I come."
Captain Vyr's voice was dry as ever. "Outer cordon stands. If a drone blinks without a tag, it stops blinking."
"Chaos pass after Kade's first burn," Cecilia said. "I want to see the belt say no while it's busy."
"Don't break it," Kade warned.
"I specialize in near-breaking," she purred.
Rose slid a thin paper across to Vyr. "Standing writ: in a crisis, Redeemers' medical orders outrank perimeter orders. Signed by all five continents. I'd like no arguments later."
