The year is 2182, and on the edge of Human controlled space, a precious cargo was stolen by a Batarian Slave team. The unknown cargo had been taken deeper into Batarian space and was thought to contain a weapon. Upon opening the container, the Batarians were left with more questions than answers. This was no weapon. Chapters are subject to rewrites, Work in progress, and all.

In 2179, an artifact was discovered in a remote star cluster in the Terminus systems. An artifact gathered the attention of several governments and shadowy organizations, placing huge bounties on its retrieval. The hunt for this artifact would become the dream of many Mercs, whether those in large bands or individuals looking for the wealth and prestige it would bring in. It is now 2183 and these organizations have become desperate. The body count has grown, and with it, the confusion surrounding the information on who is in possession. As for some unlucky souls, their journey for the artifact wasn't necessarily something they wanted to be involved in. But fate, as they say, had other plans.

A Mercenary, navigating a galaxy that's marked him as a threat. When he's falsely implicated in a high-profile attack, he becomes the target of a relentless manhunt led by three elite Spectres. As The Merc slips through their traps on the Citadel, he must rely on his instincts and resourcefulness, playing a deadly game of cat-and-mouse while uncovering a conspiracy that reaches into the highest echelons of Council space. But the closer he gets to the truth, the more he realizes that survival isn't just about outsmarting his pursuers-it's about proving that he's more than the label they've pinned on him. With unexpected allies, old wounds, and a ruthless enemy determined to silence him, The Merc must decide how far he's willing to go to clear his name-and whether revenge or freedom lies at the end of his journey.