Everything is lost except honor. The civil war is lost; the allies betrayed them. What’s left? A battered fleet in orbit over a lost planet and the remnants of an army. A shadow of the past imperial power… To accept defeat and dissolve into the worlds of civilized nations, spitting on that very honor? Or die heroically, rushing into the final, hopeless battle?
Surviving every circle of hell, surviving hundreds of fights—the last fighters of the empire cannot either betray or choose the suicidal cowardice that slants toward heroism. They start anew. On the shards of worlds, on the backwaters of the galaxy.