You've burned every bridge, run out of safe harbors, and the credits are gone.
That leaves only one option: make your own fortune out in the reach. If that means crawling through dead ships or tangling with things that should have stayed frozen, so be it.
So gather what crew you can. There's always someone desperate enough to join. Maybe, just maybe, you make it out rich — or at least alive.
Select your class // Choose your path through the reach
Navigate the star lanes through the unknown.
You've spent time on your home world studying the sector, gazing at double suns, obsessing over robotics or alien lore, or cutting class at the academy to race pods across vast expanses of terrain and through twisting canyons. You've logged more hours staring at star charts than most Spacers have spent breathing recycled air. The reach is vast, indifferent, and full of things that want you dead — and you wouldn't have it any other way. The journey has only just begun.
Move contraband. Make dangerous deals.
You're versed in the art of concealment, charisma, quick escapes, and ensuring you're never caught — unless it's part of the plan. Every port has a back door if you know where to look, and every official has a price if you know how to ask. You've built a career out of moving things that weren't supposed to move, through places that weren't supposed to let them through. You may equip a Blaster, Energy Shield, and light armor as your defense. The rest is improvisation.
Superior artificial beings built for the void.
You are an unparalleled product of sophisticated design — flawless humanoid characteristics, cutting-edge tech, or a combination of both. Where others have Focus and Vigor, you have Integrity: a single measure of coherence that degrades as the reach wears you down. You don't suffer exhaustion or fear the way flesh does, but you are not immune. You were built to serve. What you do with that is your own business.
Keep ships running. Build incredible machines.
You have developed expertise in the repair and maintenance of space machinery — drives, weapons, life support, bots, and everything in between. It is often a thankless job, but your skills are the difference between drifting cold and making it home. You can fix almost anything with almost nothing. Wire, scrap, duct tape, bottle caps — give you ten minutes and a reason, and you'll make it work. Others fight for the ship. You are the reason there's still a ship to fight for.
A human body pushed beyond its limits.
You are a blend of human and machine — a testament to the marvels of science and the limits of what a body can survive. Your cells are hardwired. Your reflexes are engineered. But you are still human enough to feel, to perspire, and to die. There are no restrictions on the weapons you carry or the armor you wear. On the battlefield, you are the closest thing the reach has to a force of nature.
Join the waitlist. Be the first to know when Spacefarer launches into the reach.
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