One minute I'm running cargo through the Outlands, the next I'm chained to a bulkhead on a raider flagship. The Vel'kari Alpha guarding me has bond marks that glow when he's angry. And he's always angry. I'm just ransom-until he finds the classified navigation core hidden in my ship. Now we're both on the run, crammed into a stolen shuttle with one bunk and too many enemies. Every slipstream jump takes us further from safety... and closer to each other. And heat cycles wait for no one.