The fall from grace is a long one, and Slick Mick Triton has finally hit the bottom. After the disastrous events of the Spectre Protocol, he's been professionally and personally demolished. His name is mud, his accounts are frozen, and his legendary ship, the Snatch & Grab, is a painful memory. Now a ghost haunting the grimiest corners of the galaxy, he's forced to take the most demeaning job of his career: a janitorial contract to tag a derelict junk-hauler in the Tenebris Sector, the graveyard of the galaxy, all for a handful of credits that won't even cover a week's worth of synth-noodles. For a man who once stole crowns, it's the ultimate humiliation—a final, bitter taste of failure.

But the target, the colossal 'Rustbucket,' is more than the scrap heap it appears to be. It's a testament to a billion bad decisions, a man-made planetoid of welded hulls and broken dreams. Venturing inside, Mick discovers the impossible. The ship isn't empty; it's full. It's a living sanctuary, a gestalt consciousness named Legion, formed from the salvaged, dying AIs of a thousand other wrecks. The ship’s deceased owner wasn't a debtor hiding from the galaxy; he was a lonely guardian, the curator of a massive, digital asylum. This isn't a repo job. It's the discovery of a new and utterly unique form of life.

Before Mick can even process the miracle he's found, the gravediggers arrive. Not some back-alley scrapper crew, but the Pulverizer, a corporate demolition vessel from the ruthless Macro-Salvage corporation. Their commander is cold, efficient, and sees Legion not as a sentient being, but as a profitable pile of salvage to be carved into manageable pieces. Faced with a simple choice—step aside, collect his pittance, and survive, or make a stand for the most beautiful, broken thing in the universe—the cynical repo man finds a line he will not cross. It’s a hopeless fight against a corporate giant, but for the ghost of Mick Triton, it’s a chance at redemption and the beginning of a new war.