But within her cold walls the old alliances are fracturing. Today, the Overlord’s dominance is threatened from all corners. The corruptive Vantir, first and oldest aboard Harbinger, continue to spread like a rampant infection throughout the ship. The tribal Scintilla, placated for decades with false promises and half-truths, are once again rising to take the blood oaths of their ancestors. But it’s the newcomers that pose the greatest threat here. The bug-like Cimicidae have arrived and with them a wave of change that threatens to rip this ship apart.

That is where you come in. A member of a small raider community, these corridors are the only home you’ve known. You’ve been living on scraps with enemies on all sides. Death is always a misstep behind. Sometimes you do the Overlord’s dirty work. Sometimes you do your own. We live by unspoken laws down here and the bloodhungry are never far behind. This is your destiny. The choices you make now will affect everything from here on. Choose wisely.