The stealth-shuttle drifted through the dark void like a silent shadow.
It touched down on the lower exterior hull of Dyson-Sphere One, clamping its magnetic landing pads against the dark Frost-Star metal.
The hatch hissed open, and Elder Zuan slipped out onto the hull surface.
He wore a skin-tight black infiltration suit designed to swallow thermal signatures. In his hands, he carried his pride and joy: the Rank 9 Star-Cracking Drill.
[Elder Zuan. Corrupt Structural Saboteur. Goodness Score: -74 / 100.]
[Specialty: Collapsing Civilian Infrastructure for Insurance Fraud.]
Behind him crept four senior demolition henchmen, each carrying heavy satchels of dark-matter shaped charges.
Elder Zuan crouched low, his beady rat-eyes scanning the vast, curved expanse of the outer shell.
