I’ve seen things you wouldn’t believe. Wrecks burning beyond Perimeter. Ships melting in Hek’s silence. All those moments… recycled into my wallet.
I don’t fly alone. The whispers of the dead guide me, their cold hands point the way, and their laughter echoes as I loot your wrecks. Don’t worry, I’ll leave a light on… just not for you.
Space is full of lost souls—and I’m their shepherd. Every wreck, every husk, every drifting drone… is just another recruit to my ghost fleet. Don’t leave loot lying around—it might haunt you later.