Theta-12: One #916347

There’s no safe place on Vharran-4. You either get swallowed by the sand or forgotten in a mine.

Dravyn Dusktail is an odd-job Vathra survivor trying to keep his head above the grit in Kellion’s Landing. The corps chew up miners and spit them back into the dust. The gangs, the corps, the world itself leave scars as deep as the mines behind. Most people drink until they forget. Dravyn watches, remembers, and tries not to break again.

When Vex, the leader of the Dune Vultures, slides into Dravyn’s booth, their long-standing truce shifts. He wants a favour and is willing to pay for it. A rescue mission; a scout named Kessek has failed to report in from the abandoned mine Theta-12.

The Vharran is trauma literature wearing a sci-fi skin. PTSD. Psychological abuse. Corporate neglect. Gang politics. Reality itself starting to slip. It does not hold your hand, and it will not make you feel better about the world. It will ask a simple question.

How much of yourself are you willing to lose to keep everyone else alive?