The Black Mongoose floated deep within the Delca solar system. It had been a long 3 day battle evading Dominion hunter vessels, and although a successful evasion, the ship had received one heck of a beating. on a plus side, It's twin core thruster engines purred with kinetic harmony whilst it's battle damaged hull received a well earned repair from it's onboard nano bots, But Inside, oh man, it's chaos

Following the mayhem of Harskell 5, the blazing liberation of Yarnax, and the hilariously philanthropic heist at Gravepoint Station, the Zone Warriors found themselves thrust into a new and unexpected role—not just as misfit heroes of the fringe systems, but as symbols of rebellion. Their names, once muttered in backwater bars and pirate docks with equal parts amusement and disbelief, began to carry weight.The Dominion listed them as “Interstellar Disruptive Entities,” a bure

Objective: Disrupt Dominion fuel lines. Result: Exploded fuel depot, destabilized three moons, with moderate sunburn to local orbital traffic.On the volatile mining world of Harskell 5 the Dominion operated a massive fuel depot nestled between three orbiting moons each housing secondary energy processing units.

With a final glance at the wreckage behind him, Tacko Rinn pushed the throttle of his battle wrecked space fighter forward and followed Drake Vance's Black Mongoose into the unknown. It was a beginning, a chance meeting in the void that would soon turn into an alliance and friendship that would shape the galaxy

The Tharos Expanse was a lawless sector on the edges of known space and had long been a battleground for smugglers, bounty hunters, and mercenary warlords. It was a place where no government dared enforce order, where the strongest survived, and the reckless died fast.Among the stars, Drake Vance was no stranger to the chaos of these regions. His ship, the Black Mongoose, had seen countless battles, countless escapes, and more than a few incidents where he should have been ki

Overlord Primus Veyros was more than just a ruler—he was the iron fist of the Overlord Dominion, a tyrant whose vision for the galaxy was one of absolute control. Under his reign, entire star systems had been brought to their knees, their people forced into servitude, their cultures erased in the name of Dominion supremacy

Nebula’s Crown was a monument to corruption. A floating kingdom of excess, where power was measured in blood, and wealth was counted in stolen lives. Suspended in orbit above the dying red star called Zyphos Prime, it was the Syndicate of Shadows’ greatest stronghold. A golden citadel wrapped in darkness, where warlords, arms dealers, and crime lords conspired over vintage liquor and broken souls.No force had ever penetrated its security

The Overlords of Saturn had ruled in silence for centuries, biding their time beneath the thick, swirling storms of the gas giant, hiding behind their vast rings and the icy moons of the outer system. While other factions of the Thirteen Star Systems warred, fell, and rose again, the Overlords remained, building their empire in secret. They were not a government

As continued whispers of anomalous time shifts rippled across the outer systems. Reports emerged of entire starships arriving before they departed, of individuals aging decades in seconds, and colonies experiencing phantom days that never happened