StarCraftMultiple RacesSpace WarSlow BurnGroup Portrait
When Lorne Varon Orion opened his eyes in the ruins, the Governor's Palace of Zion was still burning.
He is the son of a traitor to the Human Federation.
The Empire has lit a fire that shouldn't have been lit at the edge of the star map.
The Federation is whitewashing its unspeakable festering under its glorious dome. The Kor mercenaries were sharpening their knives in the dark alleys, the wanderers of Sakaar sang a dirge that no one could understand, and deep in the fault zone, a rusty old ship was passing through the corpses of the stars.
It's called Tinder.
On the 800-meter-long body, welded patches are like old wounds stacked on top of each other. Its owner crawled out of the ashes of the family's destruction with no hatred, only one question -
When all the lights go out, who is still sailing in the dark?
That's not the answer.
It is the last light among the stars that does not want to be extinguished.
