The empires don't really control space. No one can. The vast barrens between the stars will always be wild. Many wander through these wastes, seeking glory, fame, and riches. Wanderers are the real power in the galaxy. We serve no lords. We raise no armies. The call finds us no matter the circumstances of our birth. By our blades, justice is served. With our hands, oppressors fall. Through our blood, glory is secured.