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Killian Satou flies like the devil is chasing him-most days he's pretty sure it is.
Three years after the Seyshon Concordant fell, Killian drifts through the galaxy, living off alcohol, stimulants, and a reckless momentum that looks a lot like self-destruction; an addict and smuggler with nothing left to loose.
The last thing he expected was for a routine gig to put him face-to-face with the Seyshon commander who tortured him during the war, and who still starred regularly in his nightmares.
With the aid of a reprogrammed Concordant droid, Killian begins slipping through dive bars, staging grounds, and forgotten outposts, collecting intel on the possible Concordant resurgence. And burning through every piece of himself he has left in the process.
Across the galaxy, Commander Mads Baylór was still in mourning. Three years ago, he felt Killian die as their bonded Veyatra pendants cracked in unison on a battlefield where Killian's body was never recovered. The crew of the Mondaire grieved, but Mads lost the only part of himself that made sense.
But then whispers begin to surface of a pilot matching Killian's unmistakable patterns, a trail of Concordant anomalies, and heavily encrypted transmissions slipping across dead systems. When these fragments converge, Mads and his weary crew defy every order to follow the impossible hope that Killian survived. Because if he did, he may hold the key to stopping another war before it begins.
Three years after the Seyshon Concordant fell, Killian drifts through the galaxy, living off alcohol, stimulants, and a reckless momentum that looks a lot like self-destruction; an addict and smuggler with nothing left to loose.
The last thing he expected was for a routine gig to put him face-to-face with the Seyshon commander who tortured him during the war, and who still starred regularly in his nightmares.
With the aid of a reprogrammed Concordant droid, Killian begins slipping through dive bars, staging grounds, and forgotten outposts, collecting intel on the possible Concordant resurgence. And burning through every piece of himself he has left in the process.
Across the galaxy, Commander Mads Baylór was still in mourning. Three years ago, he felt Killian die as their bonded Veyatra pendants cracked in unison on a battlefield where Killian's body was never recovered. The crew of the Mondaire grieved, but Mads lost the only part of himself that made sense.
But then whispers begin to surface of a pilot matching Killian's unmistakable patterns, a trail of Concordant anomalies, and heavily encrypted transmissions slipping across dead systems. When these fragments converge, Mads and his weary crew defy every order to follow the impossible hope that Killian survived. Because if he did, he may hold the key to stopping another war before it begins.