Caos Stardust

Ex-Data Thief | No Corp | Lowsec Drifter

At twenty-two he was the best infiltration pilot in the system — the kind of name that made corp CEOs check their killboards twice. He ran data jobs for a mid-tier corp out of Amarr, stole things that belonged to people who could and would make him disappear. And he did the one thing you never do: he kept a cut. Tried to fence it. The corp found out. They didn't shoot him. They just took everything — the ship, the accounts, the station slot, the corp membership — and left him with a fresh character and a tab he'd never pay off.

Now he's in a lowsec system nobody wants, running a Malign in a hangar he can't afford, doing small-time data center jobs and hauling for people who don't ask questions. He's been out of the game for a while — not the account, the game. The thing that used to make him feel like he was somewhere else. Now it's just a job, and the job is bad. He's not trying to get back to the top. He's trying to get back to anything.

Then someone shows up at the bar. Offers him a job. Says they can fix what's broken. Says the fix is conditional. He should say no. He doesn't.

"It's not like I'm using. It's like my body's a data center and someone's been running jobs on it for years."