Rogue/Tramp

The colonial alliance ... disappeared. Half a century ago, Blackout struck, turning a complex system of human worlds into islands, separated from each other in the abyss of distances. But there are no less worlds themselves-there are still thousands of them, and on each there is something mysterious from the inheritance of the gloomy races-the forerunner. The colony of Astarta was no exception. The dry set and the vaal jungle-antagonists with their laws and “skeletons in the cabinets”. Keepers, “copiers”, bioxies, aggressive biomers and no less aggressive corporation - and in all this porridge, a simple corporal of “jungle infantry” Mike Boval is cooked. After all, surviving in the wet hell of Baal is no easier than in the stone jungle of the capital on the set. And there is no particular difference to who to resist - the nightmares of the Baptist or banal bandits, which are from the slum, which is from respectable areas. Because there is such a word - it is necessary. And for some reason the bets are always high-human lives. I do not agree to a smaller villain of the Sud