Defending The Underdog

With a final glance at the wreckage behind him, Tacko Rinn pushed the throttle of his battle wrecked space fighter forward and followed Drake Vance's Black Mongoose into the unknown. It was a beginning, a chance meeting in the void that would soon turn into an alliance and friendship that would shape the galaxy. After crashing through an unstable wormhole, they both found themselves deep in the Neutral Dust Sectors far from law patrols or rules. They drank and laughed in the aftermath of near-death both agreeing that the galaxy was full of tyranny, corruption and endless exploitation of the powerless. They also agreed that hardly anyone was doing enough to defend the people, So both felt that maybe, they should. So there it was, the Zone Warriors ideal was formed, a misfit militia with only three principles: One, defend the underdog through a crew that would make chaos sacred and justice unavoidable. Two, always mock the elite, and Three? Never, not ever apologize, for just how loud those explosions would be.

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Episode Transcript

Speaker 1 (00:00):
With a final glance at the wreckage behind him, Taco
Rinn pushed the throttle of his battle wrecked space fighter
forward and followed Drake Vance's Black Mongoose into the unknown.
It was a beginning, a chance meeting in the void
that would soon turn into an alliance and friendship that
would shape the galaxy. After crashing through an unstable wormhole,

(00:23):
they both found themselves deep in the neutral dust sectors,
far from law, patrols or rules. They drank and laughed
in the aftermath of near death, both agreeing that the
galaxy was full of tyranny, corruption, and endless exploitation of
the powerless. They also agreed that hardly anyone was doing

(00:44):
enough to defend the people, so both felt that maybe
they should. So there it was. The Zone Warrior's ideal
was formed, a misfit militia with only three principles. One
defend the underdog through a crew that would make chaos
sacred and justice unavoidable. Two always mock the elite, and

(01:05):
three never not ever apologize for just how loud those
explosions would be. While many would eventually join their cause,
the founding crew included five other hand picked individuals, each
as peculiar and dangerous as the founders. Braca nine heavy

(01:26):
attack and shipboarding specialist, a towering ex prisoner from the
frozen mining pits of Keldron, cass Yilsa Krell tech infiltrator
and neural disruptor, Hacker Bug Delos Reconnaissance and biodigital surveillance,
Kilo Mar pilot of the Carveda ATV and combat driver

(01:47):
extraordinaire and res Vorn ship systems engineer and fusion corsmith.
They were foul mouthed, reckless, and habitually insubordinate, but they
never fought for conquest, only to protect. They burned pirate fleets,
sabotaged dominion factories, and defended backwater colonies. No one remembered.

(02:10):
They wore no medals, they made no speeches. But when
the underdog screamed well. When a mining out post was
threatened by mercenaries, the zone warriors retaliated by launching an
air drop of explosive bags into the mercenaries' stronghold. Each
bag contained animal feces, charged with stun grenades and neural

(02:31):
sleeping gases. One enemy commander woke up in orbit with
a tattoo across his forehead that read I lost my
shite fight to justice. Their beginning was strange, their crew
was stranger, but their cause was always clear. They were
the ones who came when no one else would, For
they were the zone warriors.