After the earth was used up, we found a new solar system, and hundreds of new earths were terraformed and colonized. The central planets formed the Alliance and decided all the planets had to join under their rule. There was some disagreement on that point. After the war, many of the Independents had fought and lost and drifted to the edges of the system, far from Alliance control. Out here, people struggled to get by with the most basic technologies. A ship would bring you work. A gun would help you keep it. A captain's goal was simple—find a crew, find a job…keep flying.
These were the old standards when the New Earths were formed. It was a way to live your life if you disagreed with the Alliance. It was also a way to evade Reavers, which prowled the black and feasted upon planets with no protection. Reavers were the death of us all if we were to be caught.
Now…A new evil has entered the solar system. It started out small, barely even making a dent on the black. But it grew. It grew faster than any other darkness. Reavers were no longer feared. A new terror had begun.
The time of the Infected had arrived… and it was our job to fight them.
