Erik stretched his fingers inside the arm of the exoskeleton as he marched beside Jia, ready for trouble. The hangar door closed behind them, concealing and protecting the Argo. They’d won their battle at the checkpoint, but they’d had to rely on a vehicle that wasn’t meant to take on military-grade enemies. He was more comfortable in his preferred work attire. Some men liked suits, but he would always prefer an exoskeleton.
ArgoFrom what he’d already seen on the planet, and from what Malcolm had derived from the public reports, the typical Elite wasn’t deploying the experimental energy shields they’d seen on Alpha Centauri. However, their maneuverability and firepower were still a danger, and there was a diversity of weapons systems even among the same type of Elites. An enemy with a min
