The neon glow of New Terra bled through Vel Vanya's grimy apartment window, casting the room in a sickly green hue. Rain lashed against the reinforced glass, mimicking the chaotic symphony swirling within him. At twenty, Vel had always felt like a patchwork quilt – half-Spasian, half-Earthling, belonging nowhere. Tonight, the feeling was amplified tenfold.He stared at the unassuming metal box lying on his workbench, its smooth surface marred by a fresh dent. Inside, nestled amongst tangled wires, lay the source of his turmoil – a Spasian artifact he'd scavenged from a shady black-market vendor. Earlier that day, while fiddling with the intricate circuitry, a surge of energy had blasted through him, leaving him tingling and disoriented. Now, a low hum resonated from the artifact, a constant reminder of the dormant power it held.Desperation gnawed at him. Bills piled high on the corner of his desk, a constant threat of eviction. His meager salary as a drone mechanic barely covered rent, let alone the exorbitant cost of black-market tech. But the promise of something more, a connection to his shrouded Spasian heritage, had been too tempting to resist.A shrill buzz shattered the tense silence. It was his comm unit, displaying a holographic image of Dr. Anya Petrova, a sharp-eyed detective from the New Terra Interspecies Police (NTIP). Vel's stomach lurched. He knew about Anya's relentless pursuit of rumors surrounding Spasian artifacts."Vel Vanya," her voice was clipped, professional. "We have reason to believe you're in possession of illegal technology. Open up."Vel glanced at the artifact, then back at Anya's stern gaze. He knew he couldn't outrun the NTIP. With a resigned sigh, he keyed his apartment door open. Anya materialized in the doorway, her face a mask of suspicion."What is this?" she asked, eyeing the artifact with a practiced eye.Panic prickled at Vel's skin. He stammered, "It's... scrap metal. Found it in the dump."Anya's brow furrowed. She moved closer, her hand hovering over the artifact. A sudden jolt of energy surged through Vel, flinging Anya back with an invisible force. She crashed against the wall, eyes wide with shock.Vel stared at his outstretched hand, a tremor running through his arm. Fear turned to a cold certainty – the artifact had awakened something within him. Anya scrambled to her feet, her hand going to the stun pistol strapped to her thigh."Don't move!" she yelled, the glint of fear replaced by a steely resolve.Vel felt a surge of defiance. He wouldn't let himself be treated like a criminal. But before he could speak, a deep, resonant voice echoed in his mind."Calm yourself, young one. Do not fear your power."The voice belonged to the artifact. Or rather, something housed within it. A flicker of hope ignited in Vel's chest. Maybe there was more to this than just trouble.The rain outside hammered against the window, mimicking the rapid beat of Vel's heart. He looked at Anya, then at the artifact. A choice loomed before him – trust the unknown or face the harsh reality of the NTIP. With a deep breath, Vel met Anya's gaze, a new resolve hardening his features."There's something you need to know," he said, his voice steady. "About me... and my heritage."