"The most dangerous man in all of the cosmos. The one they said couldn't be caught. The one who evaded the IPC for years, slipping through their fingers every time. You were a ghost, a myth... How did you get caught?" "I fell in love." ~~~ In a galaxy ruled by shadows and silence, Boothill, a lone Galaxy Ranger with a metal body and a haunted past relentlessly hunts Oswaldo, the man responsible for destroying his homeworld. On the other side of the law, Soren, a sharp IPC manager climbing the corporate ladder, finds herself questioning the cost of order as the cracks in the system she serves begin to show. When their paths collide during a volatile mission on Penacony, mistrust runs high, but so does the pull of something deeper neither can name. Forced into reluctant cooperation, Boothill and Soren navigate treacherous alliances, dangerous truths, and the fine line between justice and vengeance. As the hunt for Oswaldo intensifies, their unlikely companionship begins to shift into something far more dangerous.

"𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙗𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙤 𝙖 𝙧𝙤𝙙𝙚𝙤 𝙗𝙚𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚?" ➜ in which city girl y/n goes to the countryside as punishment, and spends her summer with the sheriff's son, boothill. 𝙗𝙤𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙭 𝙛𝙚𝙢!𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 cover art by: annikin_ on X.

" 𝐘𝐨, 𝐓𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐞𝐫𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐥! 𝐑𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐥?? " He who lost everything he once called his. Not even his body was his to name any longer. Now roaming others' homes in search of serving justice, or perhaps a final destination to be. Amongst sparking wires and the burning aftertaste of gasoline, he saw salvation. One that reduced him to a mess pulling out roses instead of bullets. " 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐩 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐮𝐩 𝐚𝐭 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐰 𝐈 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮. " A straight-to-point mechanic who made herself onto the IPC bounty list one day, said to collaborate with galaxy rangers quite often. Her relationship with the space cowboy is not considered abiding the boundaries of normalcy. Although no one knows her exact background that hails from one of the vast fallen planets victim to the IPC, she shares the same smoldering flames of hate towards the organization as her obnoxious "client." Metal can always be bent and reformed with ease, unlike flesh and bones that must twist and tear in order to shift.

𝘚𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘺𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧-𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘕𝘗𝘊, 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘱 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘉𝘰𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘭, 𝘢 𝘴𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘯 𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘺 𝘩𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥, 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘢𝘳. 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘢𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘴 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘺 𝘥𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘱𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦. 𝘉𝘰𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘵-𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦, 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘵, 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘶𝘯𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘥𝘦𝘱𝘵𝘩. 𝘞𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘯 𝘰𝘣𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘻𝘺, 𝘰𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘮𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨?