As a halo of synthetic light punctuated the early morning gloom, a lone figure stirred in a run-down apartment within the cavernous expanse of Shangai’s underworld. His name was Troy, a forgotten Jedi turned reluctant mercenary, woken not by the prospect of another day in purgatory but by an insistent buzz that violated the usual sonic murk of this planetary city. Lifting his heavy eyelids revealed nothing but an abyss, a stifling void of physical feeling. For a moment, he questioned whether ...