Revanscar

Revanscar Asteroid Belt, Terran Empire Fleet Assembly Point.

This was a dangerous sector composed of millions of asteroids, packed at an incredibly high density. Countless massive boulders and fragments drifted aimlessly through it, colliding at speeds of dozens or even thousands of miles per hour. Only a small fraction of their trajectories had been precisely calculated by Imperial astronomers.

When traveling through this dangerous region, one careless mistake could mean the destruction of ship and crew, with no return.

A single precise scan would reveal countless wrecked spacecraft scattered throughout the Revanscar Asteroid Belt. Their owners had all been interstellar prospectors drawn by the crystal minerals shattered by asteroid impacts, but greed, stupidity, and bad luck had cost them their lives here.

But that was simply the risk one had to bear when mining in dangerous territory. There was nothing more to say—there were places far more perilous than this.

"Why did Moebius have to build its secret base in a godforsaken place like this?"

Amid the hum of servo mechanisms, Tychus lowered his Power Armor helmet, revealing a fierce face marked by heavy flesh and wrinkles.

A prominent burn scar ran across Tychus's right cheek, left behind during a rescue mission on Jera's surface. He had taken out more than forty Moebius rebels by himself and rescued several civilians from a collapsing shopping mall—a proper Terran captain through and through.

Tychus used to be the kind of bastard who did not give a damn whether anyone else lived or died. But after being influenced by Augustus and Raynor for so long, he had started doing some decent things now and then. Even Tychus had some pride to maintain.

"Otherwise, why would it be called a secret base?" Raynor shot back.

"I've been meaning to ask, damn it, Jimmy—are you