This story was never meant to be a story. It was an accident. An experiment. A few throwaway lines in a forum, a character sheet with too many knives, and a casual “Hey, what if our crews met up? Just for fun.”

  Star Citizen was the sandbox. The characters: improvised. The dialogue: half serious, half nonsense. And suddenly… it became something more.

  What started as a bit of RP turned into a little narrative. Then the narrative got a plot. And the plot? Well, now it’s this: A chaotic, sarcastic space drama full of heart, blood, and far too many one-liners.

  Yes, this is fanfiction. Fanfiction for a game that’s still in the making. But the universe was there. So were the gaps. And somewhere between a Freencer and a Prospector, there was space— For five broken people, a not-so-dead queen, and a long string of very bad decisions.

  If you like, call it unofficial RP lore. If you must, call it space soap with bullet holes. But whatever you call it— It started with “just testing.”

  And then it caught fire.