Juq-565 [patched] Review

Outside, the city’s rain-dimmed skyline reflected in a thousand glass panes: stacked towers of light and commerce that never quite touched the low-slung warrens of the Old Quarter. JUQ-565’s last mission had been seven months ago, and it had returned with a cargo of silence and a scorch mark on its right wing. Nobody asked what had happened then. People believed silence was safer than truth.