The year was 2449. Humanity had finally stretched its iron fingers far beyond the Milky Way, seeding colonies on worlds that were once nothing more than pinpricks of dust in the night sky. Most of those outposts had been built by megacorporations—gleaming megastructures that turned barren rock into glittering citadels of profit.
The elder smiled. “They’re out there, kid—still riding the horizon, keeping the frontier free. And if you ever need a hand, just look to the stars. The Gunslingers will be watching.” the gunslingers h265