The Martian Bloodline

Drake Vance never planned on becoming a legendary rogue, infamous smuggler, and general pain in the ass for anyone with an official badge. All he wanted was to get off Pryon IX before he turned into another nameless corpse in the back alleys of a syndicate-run world where even the rats paid protection fees. So, at seventeen, he did the most logical, rational thing he could think of. He stole a freighter from the Red Blades, the most feared cartel in the sector, loaded with stolen Imperial Dominion weapons. And then he vanished into the stars.

The Tharos Expanse, a lawless sector on the edges of known space, 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 dead. But his reputation as a daredevil smuggler with a silver tongue had kept him...

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… This usually comes as a ''day to day'' occurrence, mostly in the form of conversation, scorched tools, and dodgy coffee that probably, shouldn't really look the colour it does.

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 bureaucratic term for “we can’t catch them, and they keep making us look stupid.”Their bounties increased tenfold. Surveillance footage of their antics spread across syste...

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. The Zone Warriors mission began with the commandeering of a Dominion C-class supply freighter, repurposed mid-flight by Keera Thorne, the former galactic racing champion whose obsession with speed bordered on the mystical. The freighter was overloaded with volatile hyper-combustibles, misfiled under “rations,” thanks to Rugg Delthane, the hacker raised by black-market data traders, who...

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. After crashing through an unstable wormhole, they both found themselves deep in the Neutral Dust Sectors far from law patrols or rules. They drank and laughed in the aftermath of near-death both agreeing that the galaxy was full of tyranny, corruption and...

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 killed. But his reputation as a daredevil smuggler with a silver tongue had kept him...

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. For decades, Veyros had stood unchallenged. His war machine spread like an infection, crushing resistance movements, dismantling rogue governments, and enforcing brutal order through sheer military dominance. But power breeds enemies, and whispers of his downfall had long echoed through th...

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. No fleet had ever dared its defenses. It was a place where the powerful came to feed and the weak came to disappear. But on t...

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. They were not even an army in the traditional sense. They were ancient conquerors, remnants of a lost civilization whose existence predated recorded history. Their forces were composed of war-bred genetic horrors, biomechanical warriors forged from unwilling...

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.The ever vigilant Galactic Justice traced the pattern to a temporal anomaly pulsing from deep within the Echron, a subspace corridor once considered uninhabitable due to its unstable gravitational vortices. What they discovered was far more dangerous than predicted, because what they had found was a conspiracy, to weaponize time itself.

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Before the Galactic Justice came into existence, the Thirteen Star Systems existed in a fragile balance. Power was dictated by warlords, planetary monarchs, corporate syndicates, and the Overlord Dominion, each vying for control over their own sectors. While civilizations expanded, so did crime, corruption, and tyranny, leaving many planets lawless and at the mercy of those who ruled through oppression. The collapse of the Velmari Accord, a failed interstellar peace agreement, left a power vacuum that led to unchecked violence across the systems. Piracy flourished, planetary rulers fell, and no force was strong enough...

The storm had been brewing for years. The Overlord Dominion, an empire built upon conquest and submission, had pushed its forces deeper into the Velmara System, claiming world after world under its iron grip. Velmara-4, known as Velmara’s Reach, was more than a planet—it was a bastion of resistance, one of the last free outposts standing between the Dominion and total dominance over the sector. The planet’s significance lay in its hypergate relay, a network capable of launching fleets across multiple star systems in minutes. If the Dominion captured it, they could flood the surrounding system...

The Curak, an ancient and enigmatic extraterrestrial race, had always operated from the shadows of the galactic stage. Unlike the Overlord Dominion, whose power was defined by conquest and brute force, the Carasii Vait ruled through subversion, manipulation, and an insidious grip on the political and economic systems of entire civilizations. They did not wage open wars. Instead, they seeded puppet governments, infiltrated ruling councils, and reshaped societies through technology and ideology, bending entire planetary populations to their will without ever firing a single shot. For centuries, few understood the extent of their influence. Even...

The Knights of Karock emerged not from empire or conquest, but from catastrophe. Their genesis occurred during the 'Age of Collapse', an era when vast galactic civilizations crumbled under the weight of their own ambition. Amidst the wreckage on planet Karock, a lone figure known as Avok Buox arose to unite its survivors.Avok Buox, once a war general cast out for opposing genocidal doctrine, gathered warriors, monks, scientists, and exiled tacticians from broken worlds and carved a singular ideal into their hearts known as the Vallah Rule. A codex that bound its followers to principles of duty...

The Casualties of Mars is a name given to the descendants, survivors, and remnants of those who lived, fought, and died during the Fall of Mars, an event that shattered the once-great civilization of the Red Planet and sent its people fleeing into the cosmos. They are not a singular group, but rather a lineage of warriors, rebels, and exiles—men and women who now roam the Thirteen Star Systems, carrying with them the pain, legacy, and unfinished battles of their ancestors. Some became mercenaries, some revolutionaries, and others mythic warriors who shaped the fate of entire star sy...