I'd hoped that escaping from the Faithful would be the end of our troubles. That after a year of captivity, torture, and loss, we would finally be free. Instead it seems our struggles are doomed to continue. We may have escaped, but we're low on food, water, and fuel for our stolen ship. A ship carrying us into a storm of Warlords, Pirates, and Slavers. Into a region wracked by the greatest war it has seen in a generation, a war that has seen its balance of power completely torn asunder. A region where the Faithful could be anywhere. Ready and waiting to silence us before we can make it home. We'll be ready for them. We have to be. We won't survive if we aren't.