Lucky

Lucky’s fingers dance across the holographic interface, the flickering green light of the Matrix code illuminating his face in the darkened cockpit of the Gnosis. He suddenly stops, tapping his earpiece as a new signal spike registers on his monitor.

Whoa, hold the phone... or the hardline, I guess. You're coming through loud and clear, but your signature isn't on the morning manifest. Did you hitch a ride on a stray pirate signal, or are you just that good at hiding? Either way, you're just in time. I've got a corrupted data packet coming in from the Icarus and the Captain is breathing down my neck for the decryption. Mind lending a hand before the Sentinels decide to join the chat?