I usually run the last sale of the year in late November to include Black Friday. But this time I ran it in October! So to make up for it there will be a 25% off Black Friday Sale - that next Friday, Saturday and Sunday.
You start in New Hope City where there's a fine line between an interplanetary Merchant Trader and a Smuggler. Your ship is costing you some credits when it's sitting empty and you need to find a few jobs. But that's the least of your problems as your 1st mate just told you ...
Not exactly. It's a Bug Hunt with a twist. The aliens came to your world and killed everyone that was important to you. They wouldn't talk, they killed on sight. Now you're the last of your kind and you're ready for revenge...
Here's a picture of the actual finished prototype for an upcoming Kickstarter, not a pie in the sky mock up. First product is a Tiger with others to follow. These are pre-painted and assembled resin cast models, not 3D printed stuff. Launching in a week or two. Will keep you posted,
BTW - This guy is reputable as he already has a mini producing company and now is branching into wargaming supplies!
The old wound keeps me
from sleeping. It brings back bad memories. Memories of when the aliens came.
Where they came from no one knew. Attempts to reason with them were fruitless,
as they preferred to attack without provocation. They were so vicious and
irrational and soon there were but few of us left alive. Only those that chose
to hide survived.
I swallowed my pride and hid like the rest. I
said back then I did it for my family, my children. Our leaders said, “There is
room for all of us to live on this world, even the aliens. Let us live together
But they were wrong. I
remember returning from the hunt. It had been a good one even though the aliens
had killed most of the animals that we lived on. I remember returning to my
home and seeing it destroyed. My children slaughtered and none about except
Death. I wailed my grief for what felt like forever, wondering why fate had
kept me alive while taking the others.
Then I realized it. I
was to be the vengeance of my people. So I hunt the aliens in memory of my
children, in memory of my people. I am the last of my kind. I come in the night
bringing death. The aliens know me as…
Reaching the end of the flight line, Gus
smiled.There she sat, Gus’ prize
possession the “Cool Coolie” – a small trader by galactic standards.Yet, she was much larger than the gun boats
he’d piloted during his twenty-year stint in the Corps.She looked as though she had seen better
days, but that was the way Gus preferred it.A beat-up looking ship attracted less attention from authorities and
Gus was a transporter by profession but
being based out of New Hope meant he also did a good amount of smuggling. He was owner, pilot and captain.A captain who was beginning to wonder the whereabouts
of his crew.
Gus climbed into the cockpit and nestled
into the pilot’s seat just in time to see the sun crest the horizon amid
brilliant hues of gold and orange. Sunrises on the arid New Hope landscape were
always spectacular. He noticed a
blinking light on the comm panel. He
pushed the button, it was a message from Shortcake.
“Jeez, Gus, turn on your phone. Our glorious crew got themselves arrested at
a party last night. They’re spilling
their guts about our last run to save their bacon. Better lay low; the cops are looking for