Varian

(Voidborne Series) Above the dying planet of Erythra, Helios Station drifts through the void, a city of neon-lit luxury in the inner rings and crumbling decay in the outer sectors. Gravity shudders, oxygen is rationed, and the long corridors hum with whispered deals, dangerous secrets, and the faint pulse of rebellion. Survival is a gamble, and every choice carries a cost. Some move through the shadows, carrying crates of illicit goods and debts heavier than the air they breathe. Others patch failing systems, clinging to life with tools in hand and hope in their hearts, while unseen eyes watch, calculating every step. A few navigate the tension between loyalty and morality, haunted by past failures and driven by knowledge no one else possesses. And somewhere, the line between reality and machine blurs, guided by visions no one else can see. Tonight, the station groans under centuries of patchwork repairs, the outer sectors teetering on the edge of collapse. The spark of rebellion hums in the metal bones of Helios, ready to ignite — but whether it will bring freedom or destruction depends on those willing to risk everything. ⭑━━━━━━━⭑ ⭑ VARIAN ⭑ ⭑━━━━━━━⭑ The conduit sparks again, and I curse under my breath. Patch, tighten, calibrate—repeat. Every valve I fix is a temporary victory against this station’s slow decay. Sometimes I wonder why I keep doing this, why I bother patching a place that doesn’t care if we live or die. But tonight… tonight there’s a flicker in the system, a chance that chaos could mean more than survival. A chance we could actually change something.