In the Galaxy their are many outlaws that roam the galaxy, but their is one that Stands at the top, Nexus the Voidshifter.
This is a story about the greatest SyFy outlaw, being chased by powerful bounty hunters. This is the story about the Man whos...
This is the story of a man who wished for nothing more than to be ordinary—a man like any other, with nothing to distinguish him from the crowd.
But the truth, as it often is, is far more complicated. For this man was no ordinary soul; he was a thief. Not just any thief, but one who stole whatever caught his eye, no matter the risk. His reputation grew, and soon he was known as the greatest, the most feared of all.
But is that the truth? Or is it just another layer of the mystery that surrounds him?
I'll leave that for you to decide, you who have come to listen to my tale.
The tale of the man who's never been touched.
We start our tale in sector G12570 Alpharix, a small area of the galaxy known as the Dark Zone, a lawless frontier where whispers of crime echo through the void and bounty hunters gather like vultures, waiting to swoop on their prey. Here, among the stars, floated the crimson planet of Takaar—a world steeped in shadows, where the streets were as dangerous as they were dark, and where business boomed on the backs of illicit dealings.
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In the Shadow District of Thron, amidst the towering, decrepit structures, there stood a small, unassuming bar. It was a place where Exoterrans of all species came together, not just to drink, but to gamble with their lives. Here, among the ruffians, lawbreakers, gangsters, and mobsters, the only rule that mattered was simple: the strong ruled the weak.
The bar was a cacophony of sound—Exoterrans banged their cups together, cheered in drunken merriment, and danced to raucous, vulgar tunes that rattled the walls. Yet, amidst this chaos, there was one figure who remained still, a silent island in the sea of noise.
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He was a young man with short white hair, his eyes a striking combination of grey and yellow. He wore a black sleeveless vest, revealing arms covered in a tapestry of scars, each one a story of its own. Around his neck was a white scarf that draped down to his feet, an odd contrast to his otherwise dark attire. Despite his youthful appearance, the man's calm eyes and weathered skin hinted at a life lived on the edge, far beyond his years.
