Zayne Zayne Ryde slouched at the controls of his X-42 skiff, the Stardust Rogue, as it rattled through hyperspace, its engines grumbling like a spacer after a bad spice deal. The ship was a scrappy relic, a smuggler’s haven with a vibe that echoed tales of legendary freighters—corridors lined with flickering panels, a cockpit cluttered with mismatched gauges, and a hull scarred like it had brawled with an asteroid and los...

Zayne The wind howled across Jackyou’s barren sprawl, a desolate canvas of sand and rusted hulks under a sky bruised with crimson streaks, the air thick with the tang of scorched metal and faded dreams. Zayne Ryde trudged through the scavenger camps, his leather jacket a dusty shroud, his dark hair plastered to his scalp by the relentless heat. His X-42 skiff crouched in a hollowed wreck, its cloaking system groaning like...

Zayne The neon glow of Corruzcant cast a kaleidoscope of sin over the Undercity, its towering spires piercing the smog-choked sky, pleasure droids purring from every shadowed alley. Zayne Ryde wove through the labyrinthine streets of Level 87, his leather jacket dusted with ash from a rough skiff landing, his dark hair clinging damply to his brow from the city’s humid breath. The data chit from Nabooty burned in his pocke...