{"id":264,"date":"2026-01-17T19:57:13","date_gmt":"2026-01-17T19:57:13","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thecynicalpatriot.com\/?p=264"},"modified":"2026-01-19T20:01:12","modified_gmt":"2026-01-19T20:01:12","slug":"the-fortunate-misadventures-of-julian-fog-episode-nine-graveyard-of-the-warborn","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thecynicalpatriot.com\/?p=264","title":{"rendered":"The Fortunate Misadventures of Julian Fog Episode Nine Graveyard of the Warborn"},"content":{"rendered":"
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The stars out here were wrong. Thin. Dead-looking. This part of space felt like something had carved a hole in reality and left it to rot.<\/p>\n

The Fogrunner slid through it, engines on whisper-burn, every external light dimmed.<\/p>\n

Outside, the Irexis Belt<\/strong> sprawled. A loose collection of rock, ice, and metal twisted into a lazy, ominous spiral. Some chunks glowed faintly with old reactor heat. Others were clearly not natural at all: torn hulls, broken nacelles, shattered gun batteries drifting in slow, solemn procession.<\/p>\n

A graveyard, literal and otherwise.<\/p>\n

Julian Fog stared at the tactical display in grim silence. The screen was crowded with red marks: debris signatures, busted transponders, trailing energy echoes.<\/p>\n

Nikara sat next to him, shoulders tight, eyes scanning the void. Z1N knelt behind them, strapped in but still somehow in meditation pose.<\/p>\n

M.O.L.L.I.E. broke the silence first.<\/p>\n

M.O.L.L.I.E.: \u201cWelcome to the Irexis Belt. Known for: ancient skirmishes, failed mining ventures, and being where smart people do not go.\u201d<\/p>\n

JULIAN: \u201cLast known Warborn ops in this sector. Tanto\u2019s fleet was running anti-slaver interdictions along the edge.\u201d<\/p>\n

NIKARA: \u201cAnd then Harrowstar fired nearby.\u201d<\/p>\n

Julian exhaled.<\/p>\n

JULIAN: \u201cYeah.\u201d<\/p>\n

He zoomed the display. New data overlays appeared: star system adjustments, projected shockwave vectors, the rough footprint where a Warborn task group might have been caught out.<\/p>\n

A web of probability. Most of it red.<\/p>\n

Z1N lifted his metal face.<\/p>\n

Z1N: \u201cDo you think your friend is dead?\u201d<\/p>\n

JULIAN: \u201cTanto-3 is too stubborn to die. He\u2019d argue with the reaper about chain of command.\u201d<\/p>\n

M.O.L.L.I.E.: \u201cOdds of survivors are not great. Harrowstar\u2019s collapse wave doesn\u2019t show physical blast patterns, but I\u2019m seeing statistical absences. Ships that should be here and aren\u2019t. Routes that just stopped updating.\u201d<\/p>\n

NIKARA: \u201cYou sure they\u2019ll be happy to see you? Last time we were around them, a Council Executor blew half their mech apart.\u201d<\/p>\n

Julian gave a wobbly grin.<\/p>\n

JULIAN: \u201cShared trauma builds bonds. It\u2019s practically therapy.\u201d<\/p>\n

Outside, the belt grew thicker. Old battle wrecks turning up like bones in old soil. A cruiser split neatly in half, inner decks exposed like broken ribs. Broken fighters dangling on invisible gravity threads. A Warborn banner wrapped around a jagged rock, torn and scorched.<\/p>\n

Z1N: \u201cMany warriors sleep here.\u201d<\/p>\n

M.O.L.L.I.E.: \u201cMultiple dead transponders. These were Warborn. At least three ship-kills confirmed.\u201d<\/p>\n

JULIAN (soft): \u201cThey died under a weapon they didn\u2019t even know existed.\u201d<\/p>\n

He drew in a breath.<\/p>\n

JULIAN (louder): \u201cAll right. Eyes sharp. Tanto\u2019s too mean to go quietly. If there\u2019s a survivor beacon, we\u2019ll...\u201d<\/p>\n

The comm crackled suddenly. A distorted tone, then a voice breaking through static.<\/p>\n

\u201c---...og. ...ian Fog... if you picked up this frequency... you\u2019re either the luckiest idiot alive... or you\u2019re already dead...\u201d<\/p>\n

Julian jerked forward.<\/p>\n

JULIAN: \u201cTanto? Mollie, triangulate that!\u201d<\/p>\n

M.O.L.L.I.E.: \u201cOn it. Narrow-beam distress, piggybacked off a decaying beacon. Source is... hoh. Of course.\u201d<\/p>\n

The main display zoomed in on a twisted hulk spinning slowly in the dark. Once a proud Warborn carrier, now ripped nearly in half. Its name flared on the side in broken metal glyphs:<\/p>\n

WSV RIVEN OATH<\/strong><\/p>\n

JULIAN: \u201cHe\u2019s broadcasting from a broken carrier in a minefield of corpses. Classic Warborn comfort zone.\u201d<\/p>\n

NIKARA: \u201cCan we even dock with that?\u201d<\/p>\n

M.O.L.L.I.E.: \u201cWith precision? Yes. With you flying? Fifty-fifty.\u201d<\/p>\n

JULIAN: \u201cZin, strap everything down. We\u2019re going in.\u201d<\/p>\n

Z1N brightened.<\/p>\n

Z1N: \u201cExcellent. I was beginning to worry this would be a quiet day.\u201d<\/p>\n

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THE BROKEN OATH<\/strong><\/p>\n

The Riven Oath loomed like a wounded beast.<\/p>\n

Her hull was scarred and pitted, one whole flank torn open as if something had taken an invisible scythe to it. Frozen bodies drifted near the breaches, caught in the weak gravitational eddies around the wreck.<\/p>\n

Julian guided the Fogrunner toward a small intact docking collar on the dorsal ridge.<\/p>\n

M.O.L.L.I.E.: \u201cGrapple alignment at ninety-two percent. Slight drift starboard. Please avoid scraping us along the spine of the dead warship.\u201d<\/p>\n

JULIAN: \u201cI\u2019m insulted you think so little of my piloting.\u201d<\/p>\n

The Fogrunner\u2019s belly clamps extended with a hydraulic whine.<\/p>\n

A shudder, a clunk, and a series of metallic thunks echoed up through the deck.<\/p>\n

M.O.L.L.I.E.: \u201cDocking complete. No major hull damage. I rescind five percent of my previous insults.\u201d<\/p>\n

NIKARA: \u201cI\u2019m staying armed.\u201d<\/p>\n

JULIAN: \u201cThat\u2019s my favorite thing about you.\u201d<\/p>\n

Z1N rose, blade sheathed across his back, optics glowing.<\/p>\n

Z1N: \u201cShall I recite a haiku for the fallen?\u201d<\/p>\n

Julian punched the airlock cycle.<\/p>\n

JULIAN: \u201cSave it for the appropriate level of doom.\u201d<\/p>\n

The airlock hissed open.<\/p>\n

Cold, stale air seeped in. The smell of burnt ozone, old blood, and machine coolant. Emergency strips pulsed in dim orange along the Riven Oath\u2019s corridor ceiling, giving everything a heartbeat glow.<\/p>\n

Julian stepped through first, blasters holstered but hand near the grip. Nikara flanked him. Z1N brought up the rear, scanning.<\/p>\n

M.O.L.L.I.E. fed a schematic to Julian\u2019s wrist display, patching a connection into whatever was left of the Warborn\u2019s internal systems.<\/p>\n

M.O.L.L.I.E.: \u201cI\u2019ve got partial power grid here. Life support is barely hanging on. Heat signatures\u2026 faint. You might not be alone.\u201d<\/p>\n

NIKARA: \u201cProbably not in the fun way.\u201d<\/p>\n

They moved carefully through the corridor, boots echoing on metal grating.<\/p>\n

Warborn bodies appeared here and there. Slumped against bulkheads, still in armor, weapons nearby. Their helmets bore the cracked star sigil, some half-melted from intense energy bursts.<\/p>\n

Z1N stopped at one.<\/p>\n

He knelt, resting a hand gently on the fallen warrior\u2019s chestplate.<\/p>\n

Z1N: \u201cSteel to steel, dust to dust. Rest, brother of the broken star.\u201d<\/p>\n

Nikara watched him, expression unreadable.<\/p>\n

NIKARA (quiet): \u201cYou ever think about what happens to your memory core if you go down?\u201d<\/p>\n

Z1N: \u201cI prefer not to. I hope someone steals it. That would be fitting.\u201d<\/p>\n

Julian led them deeper into the ship, following a flickering arrow on his wrist display.<\/p>\n

The voice on the comm crackled again, clearer now.<\/p>\n

TANTO-3 (over speakers): \u201c...if this is Fog, I swear on the Fallen Banner, if you\u2019re just here to loot my corpse I\u2019m haunting you.\u201d<\/p>\n

Julian\u2019s lips twitched.<\/p>\n

JULIAN: \u201cGood to know he\u2019s in a mood.\u201d<\/p>\n

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BREAKER-CAPTAIN IN THE DARK<\/strong><\/p>\n

They found Tanto-3<\/strong> in a partially intact command chamber, sitting in a crash couch surrounded by dead consoles and jury-rigged power cables. The room was lit by emergency backup and one flickering lantern.<\/p>\n

He looked like someone had built a tank out of scar tissue and stubbornness.<\/p>\n

His left arm was in a crude exo-cast. One eye was swollen shut. His armor was scorched and patched with medfoam. He held a heavy pistol in his good hand, pointed directly at the door.<\/p>\n

The pistol didn\u2019t waver when Julian stepped in.<\/p>\n

TANTO-3: \u201cIdentify, or I ventilate you and apologize later.\u201d<\/p>\n

JULIAN: \u201cJulian Fog. Resident disappointment. Still pretty.\u201d<\/p>\n

Tanto lowered the gun, snorting.<\/p>\n

TANTO-3: \u201cFog. You stupid, beautiful disaster.\u201d<\/p>\n

Julian crossed the room in three quick strides and gripped Tanto\u2019s forearm. Tanto squeezed back with painful strength.<\/p>\n

JULIAN: \u201cGood to see you upright.\u201d<\/p>\n

TANTO-3: \u201cYou too. I had a bet running you\u2019d already been spaced by now. I owe someone twenty credits.\u201d<\/p>\n

His gaze flicked to Nikara.<\/p>\n

TANTO-3: \u201cYou brought the assassin.\u201d<\/p>\n

NIKARA: \u201cI brought the idiot. The assassin was just part of the package.\u201d<\/p>\n

Z1N bowed dramatically.<\/p>\n

Z1N: \u201cAnd I am...\u201d<\/p>\n

TANTO-3: \u201cThe sword toaster. Yeah, I remember. You tried to spar with an engine block.\u201d<\/p>\n

Z1N: \u201cIt was a worthy opponent.\u201d<\/p>\n

Julian looked around the ruined command center.<\/p>\n

JULIAN: \u201cHow bad is it?\u201d<\/p>\n

Tanto\u2019s jaw tightened.<\/p>\n

TANTO-3: \u201cBad. Harrowstar\u2026 whatever that thing is\u2026 hit nearby. We weren\u2019t in the direct path, but the wave twisted every grav system in the belt. Ripped half my flotilla into colliding orbits. Several ships just\u2026 vanished from the boards. Not killed. Just\u2026 no longer probabilities that exist.\u201d<\/p>\n

M.O.L.L.I.E. (soft, through Julian\u2019s wrist): \u201cHarsh confirmation. Harrowstar doesn\u2019t just destroy. It edits history\u2019s forward path.\u201d<\/p>\n

TANTO-3: \u201cRiven Oath got caught trying to shield a refugee tug. We took the brunt. Most of my bridge crew dead. Fleet scattered. I managed to crawl in here, patch up a transmitter, and scream into the void for help.\u201d<\/p>\n

He eyed Julian.<\/p>\n

TANTO-3: \u201cAs usual, the void sent you.\u201d<\/p>\n

JULIAN: \u201cVoid\u2019s got taste.\u201d<\/p>\n

NIKARA: \u201cWe came for answers. Also to not have you die alone on a broken ship in a haunted rock maze.\u201d<\/p>\n

TANTO-3: \u201cAppreciated.\u201d<\/p>\n

Julian hesitated.<\/p>\n

JULIAN: \u201cTanto\u2026 I know what hit you. Not all of it. But enough. It\u2019s called Harrowstar. Council black project. They\u2019re using collapsed stars to \u2018clean up\u2019 chaotic systems. People like you. People like me.\u201d<\/p>\n

Tanto\u2019s eyes went flat and cold.<\/p>\n

TANTO-3: \u201cSo it wasn\u2019t an accident.\u201d<\/p>\n

JULIAN: \u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n

Tanto laughed once. A short, bitter sound.<\/p>\n

TANTO-3: \u201cGood. I\u2019d hate to think my dead were just collateral. I prefer an enemy I can punch.\u201d<\/p>\n

The deck shivered.<\/p>\n

M.O.L.L.I.E.: \u201cJulian\u2026 just so you\u2019re aware, there\u2019s movement in the belt. Multiple signatures. Some Warborn. Some not.\u201d<\/p>\n

Julian frowned.<\/p>\n

JULIAN: \u201cNot?\u201d<\/p>\n

M.O.L.L.I.E.: \u201cCouncil transponder masks. Old models, but the power curves don\u2019t lie. You have about eight minutes before this quiet little memorial turns into a firefight.\u201d<\/p>\n

Tanto tried to push out of his chair.<\/p>\n

TANTO-3: \u201cThen let\u2019s get me somewhere I can shoot back.\u201d<\/p>\n

Julian stepped in, laying a hand on his shoulder.<\/p>\n

JULIAN: \u201cEasy, Breaker-Captain. You\u2019re held together with stubbornness and tape.\u201d<\/p>\n

Tanto bared his teeth.<\/p>\n

TANTO-3: \u201cWarborn don\u2019t sit while our dead get culled a second time, Fog.\u201d<\/p>\n

He shoved Julian\u2019s hand away and swayed to his feet, looming.<\/p>\n

TANTO-3: \u201cYou brought a ship. You brought guns. You brought that samurai toaster. That means you brought options.\u201d<\/p>\n

Julian scratched his jaw.<\/p>\n

JULIAN: \u201cFunny you mention options. There\u2019s something else you should know.\u201d<\/p>\n

He tapped his wrist, projecting a small holo of the Harrowstar exploit Mollie had pulled from the Glass Archive.<\/p>\n

A lattice of equations and patterns spun in the air.<\/p>\n

JULIAN: \u201cWe don\u2019t know where the main Harrowstar emitter is. But we do have a backdoor. We can make it miss. Temporarily. If we get close enough to an active node, Mollie can scramble its targeting matrix and shove it off course.\u201d<\/p>\n

NIKARA: \u201cWon\u2019t stop the blast. But it can keep it from hitting the people it\u2019s aimed at.\u201d<\/p>\n

TANTO-3 studied the holo.<\/p>\n

TANTO-3: \u201cSo we can make the Council\u2019s god-weapon punch the wrong spot in reality. I like that.\u201d<\/p>\n

He gave Julian a long, measuring look.<\/p>\n

TANTO-3: \u201cThe Warborn are going to demand blood for this. Council blood. And allies who know how this Harrowstar thing works.\u201d<\/p>\n

Julian raised his brows.<\/p>\n

JULIAN: \u201cIs that\u2026 a recruitment pitch?\u201d<\/p>\n

Tanto grunted.<\/p>\n

TANTO-3: \u201cIt\u2019s an invitation to not die alone, Fog.\u201d<\/p>\n

Before Julian could answer, the ship shook harder.<\/p>\n

M.O.L.L.I.E.: \u201cCouncil strike craft have entered the belt. They\u2019re moving in formation. And they\u2019re pinging for your signature specifically.\u201d<\/p>\n

NIKARA: \u201cSo much for a quiet rescue mission.\u201d<\/p>\n

Z1N unsheathed his blade, its plasma edge casting blue light across the room.<\/p>\n

Z1N: \u201cThen let us honor the dead with righteous violence.\u201d<\/p>\n

Tanto sucked in a breath.<\/p>\n

TANTO-3: \u201cTime to earn your welcome, Fog. Warborn Tribunal\u2019s not going to want to hear from you unless you survive this and help us survive it too.\u201d<\/p>\n

Julian nodded.<\/p>\n

JULIAN: \u201cYou get me in front of your Tribunal, I\u2019ll give them something worth listening to.\u201d<\/p>\n

TANTO-3: \u201cSurvive the next hour, and we\u2019ll talk banners.\u201d<\/p>\n

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WAR IN THE GRAVEYARD<\/strong><\/p>\n

Back aboard the Fogrunner, Julian strapped in as red threat markers filled the holo.<\/p>\n

Three Council strike corvettes slipped through the belt, their hulls painted matte black, weapon pods retracted for now. They moved with unnatural precision, each adjusting course based on micro-gravity currents.<\/p>\n

M.O.L.L.I.E.: \u201cCouncil Black Wing pattern. Covert interdiction squadron. Not the full hammer, but sharper than the average nail.\u201d<\/p>\n

NIKARA: \u201cWhat\u2019s their angle? Finish off the Warborn survivors? Or just make sure you\u2019re dead?\u201d<\/p>\n

JULIAN: \u201cWhy not both?\u201d<\/p>\n

He keyed the comm.<\/p>\n

JULIAN: \u201cTanto, you reading this?\u201d<\/p>\n

TANTO-3 (over comm, voice strained): \u201cI see them. Riven Oath\u2019s guns are mostly slag. But some of the old spinal batteries still cycle. I can give you covering fire. Maybe.\u201d<\/p>\n

Julian cracked his neck.<\/p>\n

JULIAN: \u201cThat\u2019s all I need. Mollie, plot me a course through this mess that\u2019ll make me look smarter than I am.\u201d<\/p>\n

M.O.L.L.I.E.: \u201cThat is not possible with current physics. But I can give you something flashy and suicidal.\u201d<\/p>\n

Z1N stepped into the gunnery pit.<\/p>\n

Z1N: \u201cI will sing to the guns and they will answer.\u201d<\/p>\n

NIKARA: \u201cI\u2019ll handle dorsal turrets and missiles. You fly, hero. Try not to park us inside an asteroid.\u201d<\/p>\n

JULIAN: \u201cEveryone\u2019s a critic.\u201d<\/p>\n

He punched the thrusters.<\/p>\n

The Fogrunner shot out from the Riven Oath\u2019s docking collar, rolling hard to port as a beam of silent blue light carved through where its tail had just been.<\/p>\n

M.O.L.L.I.E.: \u201cCouncil corvette is painting you with a soft-lock. They\u2019re trying to tag you with a tracking spine so they can follow or pin you down for boarding.\u201d<\/p>\n

JULIAN:
\n\u201cRude.\u201d<\/p>\n

He dove the ship under a spinning chunk of armor plating and skimmed the edge of an ice-laced rock.<\/p>\n

The first corvette opened up fully now, firing tight bursts of concentrated plasma.<\/p>\n

Nikara\u2019s hands danced over her console.<\/p>\n

NIKARA: \u201cReturning the favor.\u201d<\/p>\n

A volley of micro-missiles flared from the Fogrunner\u2019s belly, weaving through debris like angry hornets. They slammed into the lead corvette\u2019s shield grid, sending ripples of energy across its hull.<\/p>\n

Z1N\u2019s voice rose in an enthusiastic battle-chant.<\/p>\n

Z1N: \u201cO screaming star-fire,
\neat the unjust metal hearts...
\nBONZAI, little bombs!\u201d<\/p>\n

He let loose with the ventral guns, hammering the second corvette as it swung to flank.<\/p>\n

The Riven Oath joined in, its remaining spinal cannon charging with a throaty hum.<\/p>\n

TANTO-3: \u201cRiven Oath speaks!\u201d<\/p>\n

A lance of red-white energy blasted from the crippled Warborn carrier, punching through an incoming Council fighter and carving a smoking gouge along a corvette\u2019s side.<\/p>\n

Julian whooped.<\/p>\n

JULIAN: \u201cThat\u2019s what I\u2019m talking about, old girl!\u201d<\/p>\n

M.O.L.L.I.E.: \u201cCouncil ships are adapting. They\u2019re shifting formation. This isn\u2019t a straight kill run. It\u2019s a herding pattern.\u201d<\/p>\n

NIKARA: \u201cHerding us where?\u201d<\/p>\n

M.O.L.L.I.E.: \u201cToward a concentrated gravity knot. Old Harrowstar residue probably twisted local space. They\u2019re trying to pin you in a pocket where you can\u2019t maneuver easily.\u201d<\/p>\n

Julian narrowed his eyes.<\/p>\n

JULIAN: \u201cYeah? Let\u2019s see how they like it when the herd bites back.\u201d<\/p>\n

He yanked the Fogrunner into a hard burn toward a dense cluster of wrecks, where twisted Warborn hulls formed a kind of metallic canyon.<\/p>\n

M.O.L.L.I.E.: \u201cYou\u2019re threading us through a Warborn ossuary.\u201d<\/p>\n

JULIAN:
\n\u201cGotta use the terrain.\u201d<\/p>\n

Z1N laughed joyfully.<\/p>\n

Z1N: \u201cVictory walks through the valley of its own fallen.\u201d<\/p>\n

NIKARA: \u201cThat\u2019s not comforting.\u201d<\/p>\n

The corvettes followed, weapons flaring.<\/p>\n

Plasma bolts carved into old hulls, tearing off chunks that spun lazily through the chaos. Julian danced the Fogrunner through it, barely clearing jagged edges, sometimes flipping the ship upside down for narrow squeezes.<\/p>\n

M.O.L.L.I.E.: \u201cCouncil ships are cutting off your forward escape routes one by one. They\u2019re good.\u201d<\/p>\n

JULIAN: \u201cYeah, well, so am I.\u201d<\/p>\n

The gravity knot loomed ahead. A shimmering distortion where light bent just a little bit off.<\/p>\n

Julian grinned.<\/p>\n

JULIAN: \u201cMollie\u2026 remember that Harrowstar exploit we stole?\u201d<\/p>\n

M.O.L.L.I.E. (a beat): \u201cJulian. You cannot be serious.\u201d<\/p>\n

NIKARA: \u201cHe\u2019s always serious until someone\u2019s on fire. Then he\u2019s just pleased with himself.\u201d<\/p>\n

JULIAN: \u201cI\u2019m always serious. Until I\u2019m not. Get ready. We\u2019re going to graze the knot.\u201d<\/p>\n

NIKARA: \u201cGRAZE WHAT?!\u201d<\/p>\n

He dove straight toward the distortion.<\/p>\n

The Fogrunner shuddered as gravity started to go sideways.<\/p>\n

M.O.L.L.I.E.: \u201cField interaction is boosting local space-time curvature. Harrowstar residue is acting like a weak lens. If I time this just right\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

She pulsed a disguised signal into the distortion. A mimic of Harrowstar\u2019s own tuning.<\/p>\n

For a moment, reality hiccuped.<\/p>\n

The corvettes behind them, still locked on course, hit a wave of skewed physics. One\u2019s thrusters overcompensated, spinning it into a nearby wreck. Another\u2019s targeting computer hard-reset, its guns going offline.<\/p>\n

Julian took the gap.<\/p>\n

JULIAN: \u201cThank you, cursed god-weapon residue!\u201d<\/p>\n

The Fogrunner flipped, skimmed the edge of the knot, and shot out the other side, briefly trailing an eerie, glass-like glitter.<\/p>\n

Z1N: \u201cWe live! My haiku remains unfinished!\u201d<\/p>\n

M.O.L.L.I.E.: \u201cI\u2019m logging this as \u2018Criminally Reckless Exploit Use: Mark I.\u2019 Do not do that again. Until next time.\u201d<\/p>\n

Behind them, the corvettes regrouped.<\/p>\n

NIKARA: \u201cThey\u2019re not giving up.\u201d<\/p>\n

M.O.L.L.I.E.: \u201cOf course not. They\u2019re under explicit orders. I just cracked one of their encrypted bursts: \u2018Target Fog is priority. Warborn presence incidental.\u2019\u201d<\/p>\n

Julian\u2019s knuckles tightened on the controls.<\/p>\n

JULIAN: \u201cThey\u2019re prioritizing me over finishing off the survivors.\u201d<\/p>\n

TANTO-3 (over comm, strained): \u201cThat\u2019s your life in a sentence.\u201d<\/p>\n

The Riven Oath\u2019s voice cut in again.<\/p>\n

TANTO-3: \u201cFog. Warborn secondary flotilla is inbound. They heard my distress beacon. But the Council\u2019s jamming. They\u2019re coming in blind on my last coordinates.\u201d<\/p>\n

Julian\u2019s eyes widened.<\/p>\n

JULIAN: \u201cSo they\u2019ll jump straight into a kill box.\u201d<\/p>\n

TANTO-3: \u201cUnless someone screws up the box.\u201d<\/p>\n

M.O.L.L.I.E.: \u201cI just picked up their hyper-signature coming in behind the belt. You have maybe three minutes before they arrive.\u201d<\/p>\n

NIKARA: \u201cFog. You do realize what this means.\u201d<\/p>\n

He nodded slowly.<\/p>\n

JULIAN: \u201cYeah. If I run, Harrowstar\u2019s pets will follow, and the Warborn might live, but I look guilty. If I stay and help, I paint a bigger target on my back and probably get dragged into Warborn politics for life.\u201d<\/p>\n

Z1N: \u201cThere is no honor in choosing the easy path.\u201d<\/p>\n

Julian sighed.<\/p>\n

JULIAN: \u201cYeah, yeah. I was going to choose the stupid noble one anyway.\u201d<\/p>\n

He banked hard, turning the Fogrunner directly back toward the corvettes.<\/p>\n

M.O.L.L.I.E.: \u201cOf course you were.\u201d<\/p>\n

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THE WARBORN ARRIVE<\/strong><\/p>\n

The space around the Irexis Belt tore open in three places at once, spilling Warborn ships into local reality.<\/p>\n

These weren\u2019t pirate craft or smugglers.<\/p>\n

They were war machines<\/strong>.<\/p>\n

Heavy cruisers with angular armor, scarred from old campaigns. Lean strike frigates bristling with gun ports. All bearing the cracked star sigil.<\/p>\n

Their arrival shook the belt, gravity wakes twisting debris into spirals.<\/p>\n

M.O.L.L.I.E.: \u201cWarborn host-fleet: partial detachment. Not the full legion, but enough to rewrite the local chain of command.\u201d<\/p>\n

Open comms flared briefly.<\/p>\n

UNNAMED WARBORN CAPTAIN (over open channel): \u201cRiven Oath, we read your beacon. Warborn answer. Identify Council presence so we can start killing it.\u201d<\/p>\n

Julian cut in.<\/p>\n

JULIAN: \u201cHi. Julian Fog, currently not dead. Council corvettes are in the belt trying to thin survivors. Also, there\u2019s a Harrowstar-contaminated gravity knot nearby I strongly recommend not licking.\u201d<\/p>\n

Static.<\/p>\n

Then a different voice came through, low and gravelly.<\/p>\n

ELDER WARBORN VOICE: \u201cFog. The chaos stone himself.\u201d<\/p>\n

Julian winced.<\/p>\n

JULIAN: \u201cThat\u2026 is not the nickname I would\u2019ve chose...\u201d<\/p>\n

ELDER: \u201cYou will account for yourself before the Banner Tribunal. If you live long enough.\u201d<\/p>\n

TANTO-3: \u201cHe saved my life. And he\u2019s fighting your enemy. That buys him a seat, Elder.\u201d<\/p>\n

ELDER: \u201cThen we shall see if his story weighs more than the blood around him.\u201d<\/p>\n

The Warborn ships moved into formation, blunt and unapologetic.<\/p>\n

A secondary channel crackled open. Internal Warborn band. A younger voice, sharp and cold:<\/p>\n

VOICE (Warborn internal): \u201cElder Barrak, we track three Council kills and significant Harrowstar trace on the chaos node\u2019s hull. This is exactly what brought the Council here.\u201d<\/p>\n

BARRAK (internal): \u201cNoted, Captain Kael. And exactly why we will judge him properly.\u201d<\/p>\n

The channel cut. Julian caught Nikara\u2019s eye.<\/p>\n

JULIAN: \u201cThat sounded friendly.\u201d<\/p>\n

TANTO-3: \u201cThat\u2019s Kael. Lost his entire recon squadron two cycles ago. Blames the Council. Also blames anyone the Council targets.\u201d<\/p>\n

NIKARA: \u201cSo he blames Fog by proximity.\u201d<\/p>\n

TANTO-3: \u201cWelcome to Warborn logic.\u201d<\/p>\n

The Warborn ships moved into formation, blunt and unapologetic. They didn\u2019t try to dance like the Fogrunner. They advanced like an avalanche.<\/p>\n

The Council corvettes adjusted again, splitting fire between the nimble courier and the oncoming Warborn.<\/p>\n

M.O.L.L.I.E.: \u201cCouncil rhetoric translation: they did not<\/em> expect company.\u201d<\/p>\n

NIKARA: \u201cSo what\u2019s the plan, Fog?\u201d<\/p>\n

Julian smiled, and this time it wasn\u2019t forced.<\/p>\n

JULIAN: \u201cWe introduce Harrowstar\u2019s favorite exterminators to a new kind of pest control.\u201d<\/p>\n

He toggled a private channel to Tanto.<\/p>\n

JULIAN: \u201cTanto. I\u2019ve got a Harrowstar hack. Short-term, localized disruption. We use the residual field in the knot as a carrier wave. If you can lure those corvettes into the strongest part of the distortion, Mollie can scramble their internal geometry for a few seconds.\u201d<\/p>\n

TANTO-3: \u201cYou want me to drag three Council corvettes into a gravity blender and hope you flip the switch at the right time?\u201d<\/p>\n

JULIAN: \u201cMore or less.\u201d<\/p>\n

TANTO-3: \u201cI hate how much that sounds like something I\u2019d come up with.\u201d<\/p>\n

He barked orders off-comms.<\/p>\n

The Warborn cruisers shifted trajectory, deliberately angling toward the knot\u2019s edge, presenting themselves as tempting targets.<\/p>\n

The corvettes took the bait, moving to intercept, trying to pin the Warborn against the field.<\/p>\n

M.O.L.L.I.E.: \u201cCoherence levels rising. Distortion approaching peak.\u201d<\/p>\n

Julian felt the pull himself. A sense that left and right were suggestions now, not rules.<\/p>\n

M.O.L.L.I.E.: \u201cNow.\u201d<\/p>\n

She fired her exploit into the knot.<\/p>\n

Reality shuddered.<\/p>\n

For a moment, the corvettes\u2019 hulls elongated, their shields flickered outward instead of around, and their thrusters fired in directions that no longer corresponded to their own mass.<\/p>\n

One corvette turned almost completely inside-out in a silent, horrifying twist, vanishing in a smear of light.<\/p>\n

Another spun uncontrolled into the belt, slamming hard into a cluster of wrecks and detonating in a spreading cloud of fire and shrapnel.<\/p>\n

The third limped, its systems rebooting, leaving it exposed.<\/p>\n

The Warborn pounced.<\/p>\n

Three heavy lances from three separate cruisers converged and punched clean through its midsection. The corvette broke apart, venting atmosphere and bodies into the dark.<\/p>\n

Silence fell on the band for a moment.<\/p>\n

Then Warborn channels erupted in rough laughter and savage cheers.<\/p>\n

Z1N threw his metal arms up.<\/p>\n

Z1N: \u201cHa! Even the stars bend before us!\u201d<\/p>\n

NIKARA: \u201cI can\u2019t believe that worked.\u201d<\/p>\n

Julian let himself wilt back into his seat, tension bleeding off.<\/p>\n

JULIAN: \u201cMe neither.\u201d<\/p>\n

M.O.L.L.I.E.: \u201cPlease remember: Harrowstar\u2019s distortion fields are not toys. Each time we poke them, I get another warning flag in my error logs labeled \u2018spacetime abuse.\u2019\u201d<\/p>\n

Julian smiled faintly.<\/p>\n

JULIAN: \u201cYeah, well, tell spacetime to file a complaint.\u201d<\/p>\n

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THE BANNER TRIBUNAL<\/strong><\/p>\n

The Warborn flagship wasn\u2019t the biggest ship Julian had ever seen.<\/p>\n

It was the heaviest thing he\u2019d ever felt.<\/p>\n

The GWS Black Reliquary filled the viewscreen as the Fogrunner approached. A long, brutalist wedge of armored mass, studded with guns, hangars, and ceremonial projections of the cracked star sigil.<\/p>\n

It radiated intent.<\/p>\n

Julian, Nikara, and Z1N stood at the base of their ramp as Warborn soldiers in blackened armor waited at the docking corridor. Two ranks deep, helmets on, rifles slung but angled just slightly forward.<\/p>\n

Not quite aimed.<\/p>\n

Not quite safe.<\/p>\n

A single figure stepped forward.<\/p>\n

He was older than Tanto, his armor older still but perfectly maintained. His helmet bore a braided crest of white hair. The cracked star on his chestplate was overlaid with a smaller, intact star halo - mark of an elder commander.<\/p>\n

ELDER: \u201cJulian Fog. Assassin Nikara Voss. Machine Z1N. By Warborn custom, you stand under provisional shield as guests of Breaker-Captain Tanto-3. Until judgment is rendered, no weapon within this hull will be raised against you\u2026 unless you earn it.\u201d<\/p>\n

Julian bowed slightly, a respectful nod that flirted with insolence but didn\u2019t quite cross the line.<\/p>\n

JULIAN: \u201cAppreciated. I prefer my executions scheduled, not improvised.\u201d<\/p>\n

Nikara\u2019s hand rested near her hip. Not on her blade. Near it.<\/p>\n

NIKARA: \u201cFog\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

Z1N bowed deeply.<\/p>\n

Z1N: \u201cI greet you, elder of the Broken Star. Your dead fought bravely. I walked among them. They did not flee.\u201d<\/p>\n

The elder regarded him for a beat, then nodded once.<\/p>\n

ELDER: \u201cHonor recognized.\u201d<\/p>\n

He turned sharply.<\/p>\n

ELDER: \u201cWalk.\u201d<\/p>\n

They were escorted through iron-grey corridors lined with banners listing names and battles. Warborn soldiers watched from alcoves and intersections. Some tracked them with helmet optics. Others turned away deliberately. Insult or superstition, Julian couldn\u2019t tell.<\/p>\n

Z1N\u2019s hand drifted to his katana hilt.<\/p>\n

Nikara noticed.<\/p>\n

NIKARA (low): \u201cNot yet.\u201d<\/p>\n

Z1N (quieter): \u201cI am merely... prepared.\u201d<\/p>\n

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The Banner Tribunal chamber was circular; its walls hung with tattered Warborn standards from a dozen campaigns.<\/p>\n

In the center: a circle of raised platforms where Warborn captains and elders stood, helmets off, faces scarred and hard.<\/p>\n

No chairs.<\/p>\n

No comfort.<\/p>\n

Just stone, metal, and judgment.<\/p>\n

Tanto stood among them, arm still in an exo-cast, one eye bandaged, but his stance solid. He met Julian\u2019s eyes briefly and gave the faintest nod.<\/p>\n

You\u2019re not dead yet.<\/em><\/p>\n

The elder from the dock, Commander Barrak raised a fist.<\/p>\n

The chamber doors sealed with a heavy magnetic clunk.<\/p>\n

BARRAK: \u201cBy the Oath of the Fallen Banner, we convene to judge the place of Julian Fog among us. We weigh blood spilled, enemies slain, and chaos carried in his wake.\u201d<\/p>\n

Julian stepped into the circle.<\/p>\n

Slowly.<\/p>\n

Hands visible.<\/p>\n

He felt the weight of twenty armed Warborn captains shifting their stances around him.<\/p>\n

JULIAN (under his breath): \u201cAlways nice to be discussed like a violent weather pattern.\u201d<\/p>\n

Nikara stayed outside the circle, back to the wall, eyes tracking the captains. Z1N positioned himself beside her, blade still sheathed but his posture coiled.<\/p>\n

Barrak\u2019s gaze fixed on Julian.<\/p>\n

BARRAK: \u201cYou stand marked by the Council as a destabilizing force. A \u2018chaos node.\u2019 You stand connected to the death of General Kreel, called the Butcher, and to the wrath of the Nebulon swine.\u201d<\/p>\n

Julian held his eyes. Didn\u2019t look away.<\/p>\n

JULIAN: \u201cKreel chose his death when he chose genocide. I just helped the right pigs find his address.\u201d<\/p>\n

Murmurs around the circle.<\/p>\n

One captain, a broad woman with burn scars crawling up her neck, took a half-step forward.<\/p>\n

CAPTAIN VARRA: \u201cYou speak lightly of a warlord\u2019s execution.\u201d<\/p>\n

Julian turned to face her directly.<\/p>\n

JULIAN: \u201cBecause Kreel earned it. He burned civilian populations alive. If you want me to apologize for that, you\u2019re gonna wait a long time.\u201d<\/p>\n

Another captain, younger, leaner, eyes like broken glass, shifted his weight.<\/p>\n

Tanto tensed.<\/p>\n

Barrak raised his hand again. The room stilled.<\/p>\n

BARRAK: \u201cYou stand at the edge of Harrowstar. You know of it. More than most. And where you walk, our dead now float.\u201d<\/p>\n

His voice dropped.<\/p>\n

BARRAK: \u201cYou also fought beside our broken in the graveyard. You led Council steel into the knot and twisted it. You did not run.\u201d<\/p>\n

Tanto stepped into the circle beside Julian.<\/p>\n

Not close enough to crowd. Close enough to matter.<\/p>\n

TANTO-3: \u201cI vouch that he is a fool. But not a coward. And not our enemy. Not today.\u201d<\/p>\n

Captain Varra\u2019s hand dropped from her sidearm.<\/p>\n

VARRA: \u201cCouncil Harrowstar arrays threaten more than Warborn. They threaten everyone who doesn\u2019t walk their script. We need his knowledge. His AI. Even his chaos.\u201d<\/p>\n

The young captain\u2019s voice cut in, sharp and cold.<\/p>\n

YOUNG CAPTAIN: \u201cOr he brought Harrowstar\u2019s gaze to us. Maybe they only fired here because he existed.\u201d<\/p>\n

He took a full step into the circle.<\/p>\n

Aggressive.<\/p>\n

YOUNG CAPTAIN: \u201cMaybe we should give the Council what they want and solve the problem.\u201d<\/p>\n

Julian\u2019s hand twitched toward his blaster.<\/p>\n

Tanto moved between them, not touching Julian but blocking line of sight.<\/p>\n

TANTO-3: \u201cBack off, Kael. You want to settle this, you settle it with me first.\u201d<\/p>\n

Kael didn\u2019t move. But he didn\u2019t advance either.<\/p>\n

JULIAN: \u201cHey, I don\u2019t control who decides to build horror weapons. I just annoy them.\u201d<\/p>\n

The young captain\u2019s eyes flicked past Tanto.<\/p>\n

KAEL: \u201cAnd you? Assassin, with an unfinished contract trailing behind you like a poisoned shadow. Who do you serve, Voss?\u201d<\/p>\n

Nikara went very still.<\/p>\n

The temperature in the room dropped.<\/p>\n

Z1N\u2019s hand moved to his katana hilt.<\/p>\n

Not drawing. Just... there.<\/p>\n

NIKARA (calm, deadly): \u201cI serve whoever pays me. And right now? I\u2019m backing the idiot trying to keep stars from getting murdered.\u201d<\/p>\n

Her hand slid openly to her vibro-knife.<\/p>\n

NIKARA: \u201cBut if you\u2019d like to test my loyalty personally, Captain, I\u2019m happy to schedule that.\u201d<\/p>\n

Kael\u2019s jaw clenched.<\/p>\n

Barrak slammed his fist on the platform rail.<\/p>\n

BARRAK: \u201cEnough.\u201d<\/p>\n

The word cracked like a whip.<\/p>\n

Everyone froze.<\/p>\n

Barrak stepped fully into the circle, displacing Tanto and Kael with sheer presence.<\/p>\n

BARRAK: \u201cTruth. And not unappreciated, Voss.\u201d<\/p>\n

He looked back at Julian.<\/p>\n

The room held its breath.<\/p>\n

BARRAK: \u201cYou were not born Warborn. Your banners are your own. But you are entangled in a war we cannot ignore. The Council wishes to erase people like us. Harrowstar is their blade. You have seen its edge.\u201d<\/p>\n

Julian nodded.<\/p>\n

JULIAN: \u201cI have.\u201d<\/p>\n

BARRAK: \u201cThen here is our judgment.\u201d<\/p>\n

Hands dropped from weapons. The circle loosened fractionally.<\/p>\n

BARRAK: \u201cJulian Fog, by action and chaos, you have brought danger and opportunity both. You owe blood and answers. In return for your knowledge of Harrowstar and the exploit your AI carries, you walk under the cracked star as a ward of the Warborn.\u201d<\/p>\n

Julian blinked.<\/p>\n

JULIAN: \u201cA ward?\u201d<\/p>\n

TANTO-3: \u201cIt means we don\u2019t kill you. It also means if the Council wants you, they go through us.\u201d<\/p>\n

BARRAK: \u201cUntil Harrowstar falls, your enemies are our enemies. Your war is our war. Betray that bond, and we take your ship, your AI, and your skull.\u201d<\/p>\n

He extended his arm. A Warborn salute. Fist to chest, then open palm forward.<\/p>\n

BARRAK: \u201cDo you accept the Ward Bond?\u201d<\/p>\n

Julian met his eyes. Then returned the salute.<\/p>\n

JULIAN: \u201cUntil Harrowstar falls, I stand with the Warborn.\u201d<\/p>\n

The captains around the circle, even Kael, slammed fists to chests in unison. The sound echoed like war drums.<\/p>\n

BARRAK: \u201cThen by the Oath of the Fallen Banner, you fly under our partial shield.\u201d<\/p>\n

He raised his fist higher.<\/p>\n

BARRAK: \u201cLet the Council learn the cost of trying to edit us.\u201d<\/p>\n

Nikara exhaled.<\/p>\n

Z1N straightened, optics glowing brighter.<\/p>\n

Tanto clapped Julian on the shoulder hard enough to hurt.<\/p>\n

TANTO-3: \u201cWelcome to the family, you magnificent disaster.\u201d<\/p>\n

Julian grinned.<\/p>\n

JULIAN: \u201cDoes this mean I get a banner?\u201d<\/p>\n

TANTO-3: \u201cYou get a target on your back and questionable life insurance.\u201d<\/p>\n

JULIAN: \u201cSo, business as usual.\u201d<\/p>\n

Before anyone could bask in the gravitas...<\/p>\n

The chamber lights flickered.<\/p>\n

M.O.L.L.I.E. (through Julian\u2019s wrist comm): \u201cJulian\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

Her voice had lost the humor.<\/p>\n

Captains turned, hands back on weapons.<\/p>\n

M.O.L.L.I.E.: \u201cI\u2019m getting a gravity spike. Outside. Big one.\u201d<\/p>\n

Barrak\u2019s head snapped up.<\/p>\n

BARRAK: \u201cBattle stations. Now.\u201d<\/p>\n

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THE SHADOW FALLS<\/strong><\/p>\n

Alarms blared through the Black Reliquary\u2019s corridors.<\/p>\n

Warborn officers snapped orders. Crew ran for stations.<\/p>\n

Barrak turned, barked something in Warborn battle cant.<\/p>\n

Julian\u2019s wrist display lit up with a direct feed from the Fogrunner.<\/p>\n

M.O.L.L.I.E.: \u201cJulian. External view. Now.\u201d<\/p>\n

He tapped.<\/p>\n

The rough holo projection showed the space around the Warborn flagship\u2026 bending.<\/p>\n

A point behind the Fogrunner deepened, darkened, then tore open. Not like a gentle hyperspace bloom. This was more like someone had taken reality and punched a hole straight through it.<\/p>\n

Through that hole, a single vessel emerged.<\/p>\n

Long. Angular. Too clean.<\/p>\n

Its hull shimmered with layered shield grids and gravity vanes. Multiple spinal cannons sat retracted like coiled fangs. The Council insignia burned near its prow. Three interlocking circles around a stylized star.<\/p>\n

M.O.L.L.I.E.: \u201cCouncil Interdictor Battleship<\/strong>, designation: Resolute Judgment.<\/em> This is not a corvette. This is a fleet-killer.\u201d<\/p>\n

Julian\u2019s mouth went dry.<\/p>\n

NIKARA: \u201cThey sent a battleship?\u201d<\/p>\n

TANTO-3: \u201cThey sent a message.\u201d<\/p>\n

Warborn Crew (over shipwide):
\n\u201cInterdictor has activated a gravitational snare! Hyperspace egress locked! We\u2019re boxed!\u201d<\/p>\n

Julian felt the faint lurch even through the station. Like gravity had gotten thicker around them.<\/p>\n

M.O.L.L.I.E.: \u201cThey\u2019ve generated a localized interdiction field. No one in or out. Not without tearing yourself apart in higher dimensions.\u201d<\/p>\n

On the holo, a smaller projection appeared. A comm window.<\/p>\n

An older woman in a crisp Council admiral\u2019s uniform appeared, posture perfect, hair silvered, eyes like sharpened ice.<\/p>\n

ADMIRAL KESTREL.<\/p>\n

Kestrel regarded the Warborn flagship with a look that was almost bored.<\/p>\n

KESTREL: \u201cGolgothain Warborn. You stand in violation of multiple Council security directives. You harbor a high-priority destabilizing entity. You tamper with restricted gravitational fields. You obstruct Harrowstar stabilization.\u201d<\/p>\n

Her gaze shifted.<\/p>\n

Locked straight onto Julian, even through the relay.<\/p>\n

KESTREL: \u201cJulian Fog. You have become\u2026 an inconvenience.\u201d<\/p>\n

Julian forced a grin.<\/p>\n

JULIAN: \u201cGlad to know I\u2019m still getting noticed.\u201d<\/p>\n

KESTREL: \u201cYou will power down your ship, surrender your AI core, and submit to tactical disassembly. Refusal will result in the destruction of all Warborn assets in this sector.\u201d<\/p>\n

BARRAK stepped forward into the holo view, eyes like old gunmetal.<\/p>\n

BARRAK: \u201cWe are not your assets, Council woman. We are the Warborn.\u201d<\/p>\n

KESTREL didn\u2019t look at him.<\/p>\n

KESTREL: \u201cYou are a rounding error in a stabilization protocol.\u201d<\/p>\n

She leaned slightly closer.<\/p>\n

KESTREL: \u201cStand by for corrective action.\u201d<\/p>\n

The holo cut.<\/p>\n

Outside, the interdictor\u2019s spinal cannons began to unfold, glowing with the first hints of terrible light.<\/p>\n

The deck hummed.<\/p>\n

M.O.L.L.I.E.: \u201cJulian. Those capacitors are tuned to Harrowstar-adjacent frequencies. It\u2019s not a full emitter\u2026 but it\u2019s a miniaturized test-bed. If they hit us with that, we won\u2019t just be dead. We\u2019ll be\u2026 edited.\u201d<\/p>\n

NIKARA: \u201cCan we use the exploit again?\u201d<\/p>\n

M.O.L.L.I.E.: \u201cMaybe. If we survive long enough to get in range and not get our probability rewritten.\u201d<\/p>\n

Tanto grinned, humorless.<\/p>\n

TANTO-3: \u201cWell, Fog. Looks like your dance with destiny just got a lot louder.\u201d<\/p>\n

Julian stared at the holo, jaw set.<\/p>\n

For once, he didn\u2019t crack a joke.<\/p>\n

JULIAN (quiet): \u201cMollie. Prep every dirty trick we\u2019ve got.\u201d<\/p>\n

M.O.L.L.I.E.: \u201cAlready doing it.\u201d<\/p>\n

He glanced at Nikara.<\/p>\n

JULIAN: \u201cStill with me?\u201d<\/p>\n

She met his gaze steadily.<\/p>\n

NIKARA: \u201cUntil the stars go out.\u201d<\/p>\n

Z1N drew his blade, its hum steady and bright in the charged air.<\/p>\n

Z1N: \u201cThen let this be a day the Archive will remember. Even if we do not.\u201d<\/p>\n

Outside, the Resolute Judgment<\/strong> aimed its artificial star at them.<\/p>\n

The Warborn fleet powered weapons.<\/p>\n

The Fogrunner spun up systems.<\/p>\n

And Harrowstar\u2019s shadow fell directly over them.<\/p>\n

TO BE CONTINUED\u2026<\/strong><\/p>\n

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NEXT TIME ON <\/strong>THE FORTUNATE MISADVENTURES OF JULIAN FOG<\/strong><\/em>\u2026<\/strong><\/p>\n

Trapped in an interdiction cage with a Harrowstar test-bed charging, Julian has to decide:<\/p>\n