Concord · Registry
Filed
Registered claims and armed escorts. Nothing here flies unfiled.
You grew up on a rota. Every hour had a name against it.Nobody flew unfiled. The fine was small. The gap was not.
Seamless world · Space MMO · PC
Voidborn
One universe, one belt, everybody in it. Cut rock, raid a convoy, lay siege to a station.
01 · Mining
Everything was cut from rock
One economy, one loop. Ore to credits, to equipment, to deeper sectors, to siege cannon. No item appears from nowhere; somebody cut all of it.
02 · Combat
Lock, chase, hit
Every hit is resolved on the server. A wreck spills its hold and somebody else flies into it. A kill is never deleted; value moves.
03 · Territory
Space is somebody's
Taking a home is not a button, it is a front six jumps long. What your side holds is exactly what your side can defend.
Three colonies · one event · three accounts
Who remembers the Cinder, and how?
Sepulchre · Kindred
Carved
Belt-born salvagers who bury their dead in their hulls. No name is forgotten.
You grew up on one rock. You knew who cut it before you.Nobody forgot a name. That was the one thing not forgiven.
Ashaari · Concern
Leased
Outside money in a thousand cells. Everything here is leased, the guns included.
You grew up between leases. Home was wherever the rate was.Nobody defaulted twice. No cell anywhere would take you.
First Look · 39 s
No one has stood on ground.
Thirty-nine seconds from the running build: undock, cut rock, take fire, tear the void, arrive at another light, and dock for the first time.
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