Killian Satou flew like the devil was chasing him—most days he's pretty sure it was.
Three years after the Seyshon Concordant fell, Killian drifted through the galaxy, high off stims and working any unsanctioned job he could land. With nothing left to lose, he moved through each system with a reckless momentum that looked a lot like self-destruction.
The last thing he expected was for a routine gig to put him face-to-face with the Seyshon commander that had tortured him in the war and still featured prominently in his nightmares. With the aid of a reprogrammed Concordant droid, Killian slipped through dive bars, staging grounds, and forgotten outposts, collecting intel on the Concordant resurgence, burning through every piece of himself he had left in the process.
Across the galaxy, Commander Mads Baylór was still in mourning. Three years ago, he felt Killian die as their bonded Veyatra pendants cracked in unison on a battlefield where Killian's body was never recovered. The crew of the Mondaire grieved him, but Mads lost the only part of himself that made sense.
But then whispers began to surface of a pilot matching Killian’s reckless predilections, a trail of Concordant anomalies, and heavily encrypted transmissions across dead systems. When these fragments converge, Mads and his weary crew defy every order they're given in order to follow the impossible hope that Killian was still alive—and that he may be the only one who can stop this war before it begins again.

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