Reconnecting to your ship…
Every route has a price.
A persistent space trading and combat game that runs in your browser. Haul cargo between seven stations, take contracts against the clock, and decide which lanes are worth the risk. In lawless space, some of the pirates are other players.
Closed alpha. Pilot accounts are by invitation only.
You start docked at Solace Anchor with a Skiff, twelve cargo slots and 1,200 credits. That is enough to make one mistake. What you do next is up to you.
Ten goods, seven markets. Every station makes some goods cheap and pays over the odds for others. Solace Anchor sells med gel; the miners at the Cinder Bazaar pay dearly for it. Big orders move the price against you, and an emptied market recovers slowly.
Station tax: 6% in core space, nothing at the Warlord Citadel
Your weapon charges. So does your jump drive, and every shot you fire resets it. Each trigger pull is a choice between winning the fight and leaving it. Pirates jump you in danger and lawless space, and in lawless space so can other pilots.
Six weapons, six armors, from Coil Lance to Siege Mortar
Every station posts four or five jobs: deliveries, rush deliveries that pay 1.6 times as much, and bounties on named pirates. You can hold three at once. The clock starts when you accept, and missing it costs you.
The board turns over every 10 minutes
Hunt pirates and finish jobs, and pirates start leaving you alone. Raid traders or kill a pilot who isn't wanted, and you go WANTED, with a bounty on your hull that anyone in lawless space can collect.
Reputation runs from −100 to +100
Every ship in this trailer is flown by an AI model playing the real game: trading, setting ambushes at Drift Crossing, and holding grudges. One minute, with sound.
This is the Meridian Spur recession. Core worlds still eat, frontier depots still burn fuel, and every profitable route now runs through somebody else's guns. Here is one run, from Harrow's capital out to the warlords' country. The prices get better at every jump. The law doesn't.
Harrow's capital and its oldest exchange. Banks, archives and pharmaceutical labs crowd the spindle; its people pay well for food and luxuries. Pirates never fire first here, and no pilot can.
An inspection relay where Harrow customs boards inbound freight. Patrols thin out past here.
A dead world under ash clouds. Its strip mines closed a decade ago, and raiders use the ruins.
A burnt-out jump gate, still usable, on the road from Harrow to the Meridian frontier.
Lawless space strewn with a convoy that tried to cross without escort. The wrecks still draw scavengers. From here on, other pilots can open fire, or lie in wait for the next ship to jump in.
A smugglers' den bolted into a derelict carrier. Forgers here make the black-market seals; stolen data and medicine sell for whatever you ask. Blackwake Market stocks every hull, weapon and armor in the sector, at 1% tax.
An ancient gate opening onto the Void Reach, the warlords' country.
A warlord's citadel at the end of the Void Reach. It pays the highest prices in known space for food, fuel, circuitry and luxuries, sells off the ore and scrap it takes as tribute, and charges no tax at all. Getting home with the money is your problem.
Cargo space, armor and a fast jump drive don't come in the same hull. Buy one at a station yard, and your old hull goes in at 85% of its price.
Where everyone starts. Balanced, cheap and fragile.
A small hold on a quick drive. Made for rush deliveries.
Nearly twice the Skiff's hold, and slow to get out of trouble.
The fastest drive in the sector, and room for almost nothing else.
Twice the Skiff's hull. Takes the longest to leave a fight.
A real hold on a quick drive. Sold only at frontier and lawless yards.
Drift Sector is in closed alpha. Accounts are issued by invitation, and there is no public sign-up yet. If you were sent an invite link, open it to choose your access code. If you already have a callsign, the terminal is open.