The Red Rover

Freedom is the type of expression that universally can never be defined.

Primarily because it does not hold the same connotation for everyone who uses it. For the members of the Red Rover, never before in their lives have they ever experienced as much latitude to flourish as they currently are right now.

They would be returning to the great unknown with a better understanding of who they were and what they stood for. It wouldn't be long before they were considered a force to be reckoned with. In Marius' eyes, the day he would pass the leadership baton to them was fast approaching.

Unfortunately, that wouldn't be the only thing they had to look forward to as they soon would be attacked by a group of intergalactic marauders known as the Draconoires.

These pirates led by the loathsome Naqwin, would bring their momentum to a grinding halt as they all were to be bonded and sold to the highest bidder. That bidder being the lasting citizens of a dying world...