Commander Smith of the Interstellar Alliance. He wasn’t meant to survive the crash. The suit keeps him breathing. Everything else can wait. For once, he lets the silence settle, watching a foreign sun melt into neon mountains, pretending this was always the mission.

Maxx stops. A beautiful sunset, his cigarette as a companion, a pause. New missions await him—perhaps there will be no tomorrow. He lives in the moment.

Mr. Prism, the stylish android barman serving glowing drinks... “Choose your color, meat. One sip… shows you tomorrow. Two sips… shows you who you really are. Three… and the past starts rewriting itself. Four… and I keep all your nights.”

In the neon-drenched caverns of a dying planet, the colossal cyborg Vexara awakens. Once a legendary hunter, now fused with ancient alien biotech, she guards the last glowing pool of star-water. Anyone who approaches hears only her low, distorted breathing echoing through the violet dark.

She is Miss Katie, soldier of the underground resistance. Mission: dismantle corporate tyranny by eliminating key figures, one by one. She never rolls without her weapon, her spliff fully loaded...

El Viejo. Metal bones, meat memories. Lighting up while the world glitches out.