The Sargasso of Lost Stars was not a friendly place. It didn't even look like a normal part of space. There were no friendly, twinkling stars or beautiful, colorful nebulas. Instead, it was a giant, cosmic graveyard, a chaotic junkyard where old, dead stars had gone to die. And they had not died peacefully.
The entire region was a three-dimensional maze of gravitational traps and weird, time-bending anomalies. Black holes, neutron stars, and strange, invisible pockets of warped spacetime were scattered everywhere, like cosmic landmines. Navigating through it was like trying to fly a starship through a blender that was also on fire.
This was a job for the best pilot in the fleet. This was a job for Scarlett.