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.