Orion’s the name, and moon-killing’s my game.It’s dangerous work, but the Goldilock Raiders have finished every contract we’ve taken on.
We secure our credits by obliterating problematic space junk so the suits and ties at the Corporate Alliance can terraform new worlds.
Pretty simple, right?
Except our latest gig kinda screws up the home of a new alien species, and I ain’t so sure if creds are worth genocide.
