Part 1: The Heist in Phase The crystalline chandeliers of the Neo-Versailles orbital station hummed with sub-harmonic resonance, bathing the elite gala in a warm, amber glow. At the center of the ballroom, inside a localized zero-gravity containment field, hovered the Stellar Prism —a priceless diamond necklace composed of carbon lattices mined from a crashed neutron star. Its facets didn't just reflect light; they bent gravity. Suddenly, the ambient orchestral music flatlined. The amber lights flickered, shifted to a sterile, pulsing crimson, and died. For precisely 4.12 seconds, the ballroom was plunged into absolute darkness and total microgravity stabilization failure, causing the silk-clad guests to drift slightly before the emergency inertial dampeners kicked in. When the lights snapped back on, a collective gasp ripped through the crowd. The containment field was empty. The Stellar Prism was gone. Panic rippled through the room. Whispers turned into terrified cries. In thi...