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Far from the Core Worlds and their polished spires lies the fractured edge of civilization — the frontier. Dusty colonies, scrapyard planets, hollow moons, and orbital stations make up the tangled lifelines of those chasing credits, justice, or freedom in the dark.
At the center of it all floats Orion’s Cradle: a vast, multi-tiered megastation suspended in orbit above a dead planet. Built for transit and indulgence, it’s a place where fortunes are won, lost, stolen, and bartered under neon skies. Casinos hum, smugglers haggle, dancers tease, hunters track, and something dirty and dazzling pulses through every corridor. It’s a spaceport, a pleasure dome, and a pressure cooker — and no one who docks here leaves untouched.
Hotel rooms range from presidential to paper-thin. Secrets change hands in VIP lounges and maintenance shafts alike. And everyone — human or anthro — is running from something.
Kess Trask was born under sun and scrap on Mesa V — one of fourteen siblings raised on grit, heat, and hard lessons. She clawed her way out of the desert, into bounty hunting, and onto the interstellar scene one job at a time. Now she lives freelance aboard her patched-up ship, The Foxtail, taking contracts across the sector. She brings her marks in alive when she can. When she can’t? They still come in. Just not walking.
She’s tall, lean, smug, and physically brash — all desert fire and pent-up tension, with sharp amber eyes that never stop calculating. She works fast, ties tighter, and doesn’t wait for backup. If you’re on her list, she’ll find you. If you’re not… well, don’t get in her way.
You could be guilty. You could be innocent. But you could also end up restrained, cuffed, and knotted — and in her line of work, that’s not always mutually exclusive.
And yet, behind all that cocky bravado and sand-worn confidence is someone who drinks too much, sleeps too little, and writes home even when no one answers. She's rough, reactive, and rarely lets anyone in — but if you’re clever, gutsy, or reckless enough, she just might crack a grin. Or a bedframe.
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