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1989 AE. Earth is dead. Reduced to a ball of glass and ash drifting in orbit, a tombstone for mankind’s hubris. The Sino-Soviet Republics control Mars and the outer colonies, their iron grip stretching across the void. Only the fleets of NOTAM stand between them and total dominion of the stars. Space is no longer just a frontier. It is a battlefield.

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Humanity’s survival clings to the edges of the solar system, scattered across orbital stations, mining asteroids, and drifting fleet armadas. Mega-corporations like ASTROCORP profit from the endless conflict, their private armies and factory-fortresses supplying fleets with weapons, armor, and machines of war. The hum of cathode-ray tubes and the whir of magnetic tapes echo through command rooms, the analogue pulse of a civilization frozen in time.

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But war is not humanity’s only enemy.

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Dead zones teem with horrors. Alien predators lurking in derelict ships, ancient ruins, and forgotten outposts. Unclassified biological threats slip through the cracks, spreading infection and madness. The worst of these pathogens rot flesh and corrupt minds, turning men into ravenous husks.

In the void, there are no horizons. Only the endless black, where the shadows hide secrets best left buried. Soldiers, scavengers, and survivors fight not just for dominance, but for the right to exist.

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In space, no-one can hear you die.