The sky above the Margin tore open with the sound of grinding and rusted metal.
Dropping out of the sickly green clouds was a massive fleet. They were not the sleek star galleons of the Celestial Court. They were not the terrifying horrors of the Primordial Chaos either.
These were scavengers. Dozens of massive and asymmetrical warships forged from welded scrap metal descended upon the unprotected city. They had stolen armor plating and sputtering unstable engines.
The Scavengers were a massive faction of ruthless space pirates and exiled mercenaries who preyed on leaderless territories. With Gildas dead and the Spire Guards in disarray, the Margin was a prime undefended asset.
"BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!"
The pirate ships did not issue warnings.
They immediately opened fire. Showers of crude and highly explosive plasma rounds rained down on the neon lit slums. They shattered the rusted skyscrapers and sent massive plumes of black smoke into the air.
