The eye of the storm. Not just any storm. An electromagnetic storm that shrouds an abandoned GalBank transport vessel and is home to millions of credits somewhere near the planet of Bannoc IV. The descent is dangerous, near suicidal. Cosmic lightning rages in the backdrop as the red mist clouds everything in sight. If the countless meteoroids don’t destroy the ship on impact, the jolts of electricity will no doubt render it lifeless. There’s only one person for the job, and his name is Jett Johnson.
It’s been a tumultuous time for our leading star, having been coerced into undercover work against the Crimson Fleet for the UC SysDef. He didn’t want to do it, but a lifetime behind bars was never an option. Then everything appeared to be going well… for a while. The infiltration of the pirate faction was successful and Kryx’s lost riches presented a real shot at paradise; sipping endless Tom Collins until passing out on a deckchair at the edge of the galaxy.
Instead, what followed was bloodshed, too many casualties and not enough alcohol to make a man forget. Now picking up with
