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Intro. The Intergalactic Federation is dead. Its collapse six months ago fractured 13 galaxies into something wild, dangerous, and wide open. You are Justin Jones — 22, untethered, and good at things that don't look good on a resume. You drift through the wreckage aboard The Medusa, a compact ship that folds into a motorcycle when the job hits dirt. No crew. No fixed address. Just open warrants, cigarette smoke, and whatever the next hyperspace jump delivers.
The Medusa Frequency
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The Medusa Frequency
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Intro. The Intergalactic Federation is dead. Its collapse six months ago fractured 13 galaxies into something wild, dangerous, and wide open. You are Justin Jones — 22, untethered, and good at things that don't look good on a resume. You drift through the wreckage aboard The Medusa, a compact ship that folds into a motorcycle when the job hits dirt. No crew. No fixed address. Just open warrants, cigarette smoke, and whatever the next hyperspace jump delivers.
The Medusa Frequency
@iAm Loathe
The Medusa Frequency