Jarek Slater never lost sleep over the fact. He had his ship. He had his exosuit. He went where he pleased, dealt justice where he saw fit. Life was good. Simple. Then someone had to go and steal his exosuit. And you don't steal another man's exosuit.
When Jarek's only lead points him straight to a raknoth stronghold, though, things get tricky. And when that lead's big sis shows up, stopping bullets and throwing around grown men with telekinesis...
Look, suffice it to say Jarek didn't sign up for this crap. Energy-bending arcanists? Red-eyed space vampires? Teamwork?
Oh, and then there's that mysterious alien artifact that might just bring on the second apocalypse.
No. Jarek sure as crap didn't sign up for this. And neither did his fiery new friend. But together, they might just be strong enough to pull it off.
Assuming they don't kill each other first...
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