The Nova

The stars are not silent. They roar.

A burnished gold frame lit with that deep cosmic blue, built to feel like a fragment of the Nova Force itself. The central emblem blazes like a miniature supernova, red accents pulsing like warning flares before a light-speed drop. Clean lines, military symmetry. The kind of piece that looks issued, not crafted, like something the Corps would lock behind Worldmind authorization.

For those who carry their own gravity.