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We dropped into Davien, a system caught between independence and UEE influence. Cestulus, under its massive domes, pulsed with traders, smugglers, politicians, and corporate suits, all rubbing shoulders in a way that felt more alive than Carteyna ever had. Our captain kept the stop short — too many politics, not enough profit. To me, it was a reminder that the ‘verse isn’t just wars and wastelands; some places still manage to thrive. But even surrounded by life, I couldn’t shake the sense that I was only passing through. 

Polished skylines, gleaming spaceports, and people who still believed in brighter tomorrows. 

Crusader’s clouds, rings of traffic, and the bustle of Port Olisar alive with ships of every size. The system pulsed with opportunity, but also with danger, pirates and corporations carving it up piece by piece. Docking at Olisar felt like stepping into the heart of the ‘verse, chaotic but alive. 

Retired soldier, new system, no pension worth a damn — so how do you make money? 

A soldier’s landing isn’t always graceful — sometimes it’s a crater. I lost the ship, the gear and the haul... but I'm still breathing.  

That catastrophic crash on Daymar should’ve ended my run, but thanks to the Freelancer’s shady past owner and R.R.I.’s paperwork, I walked away with a brand-new ship full 

We saved the lanes, but the Sunset Chaser burned all the sam 

Space doesn’t kill you. Gravity does