"Knowledge is a virus," Sarya said, spinning the helm. "Make it contagious."
Mira looked at her crew—exhausted, scared, but alive. Then at the open starfield beyond the viewport.
And somewhere in the dark between galaxies, a server blinked to life—a pirate library with no firewalls, no owners, and no end.
Sarya deleted them with a flick of her metal hand. "Those were stolen from a dead world's indigenous people. We're giving them back." She smiled. "That's the real piracy, Captain. Not stealing data. Stealing it from the thieves."
