Wassup my neer-do-wells, mm?!

Nuthin’ like slush-funding a few gun-runners and enterprising software fixers to get a cut head in the world.

I’ll put it to y’all point blank. The old proprietors of Freeport 2 have taken for the hills and the station’s ripe for the taking for the likes of us. There hasn’t been an opportunity to carve out a stake in the indie’ worlds since Moka’s predecessors first took a torch to Montezuma’s walls. Now we’re got a gang of all sorts sticking their flags in various bits of Beringia’s most well-known spacemark.

I’d encourage y’all to power through and climb aboard. The directorate’s gonna’ be laying out the home cards, of course, but watcha’ all do out there is up to you.

So it’s a party, people. The hunters have been driven back to Hudson and the strait has gone native again. I’ll let the ALR bring the booze.