Star Destroyer: Epsilon

Star Destroyer: Epsilon

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The massive armies of Amunti and Bautrix have been fighting over the galaxy of Kiklios Galaxios ever since planets beyond the Sol planetary cluster were explored. Fighting over the planet Estuans Mundi has intensified, and the world on the line of division has become the planet with the most pilots ever MIA. This story follows Ryan Chase, a pilot of an omega-class fighter for the Amuntian army who battles unmatched odds so he can help finally end the fighting between Amunti, Bautrix, and mercenary. Credit to the game Star Citizen for the pic, which I will be using until I can afford to hire a cover artist.
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