The world of Horizon's Drop is yours.

Standing on the surface of the barren moon you look towards the blue and gray planet. Once it was your prison but now it is the first of your conquests to bring about your return.

You suppose that your victory is not yet assured. The cryptic warnings of the strange Masked being say that the Osjiic Scout fleet along with the Dagger Pirate Clanship and its protective fleet will arrive within the system in three days. You hope they will be too busy fighting each other to realize a third power has suddenly emerged on the backwater world and overtaken it in their absence.

With the pirates moonbase captured and their hangar of dropships and fighter craft you believe you could at least prove a challenge and even emerge as the victor if you planned carefully and fought well.

You always enjoyed the silence of the vacuum, once comforted by the quiet hymns of the Wormstar but now replaced by a static of whispers and hisses. Sensing Lorgul approach you hear his words in your mind, no atmosphere to carry his words.

"The Base is yours, Lord Jadyk. The fleets are coming. We must prepare," the armored skeleton's voice a grating of stone in your mind.

Tapping your chin in thought you clack your jaw, "Yes, we have much to do."