BlitzRift

QUIT ADMIRING THE STARS. THEY’RE NOT BILLABLE.Wulf Blitzer here. Welcome to the United World Order, where humanity conquered the distance between stars and immediately started charging for it.The sponsors own the ships. The syndicates fight over the resources. You’re the rock jockey they hired because apparently your survival instincts were negotiable.Your assignment is simple: bring back something valuable.CRACK THE ROCK. CHECK THE PIECES.Break asteroids apart and chase the gems inside. Don’t dismiss the small fragments—a lucky pocket can turn leftover rubble into the best haul of your sortie.Of course, you’re not the only pilot who noticed.THAT’S YOUR CARGO. UNTIL IT ISN’T.Fly with your syndicate. Cover a loaded friend. Find a rival who’s done all the mining for you.Every extra moment collecting is another moment someone has to line up a shot. You can head home now. You can also convince yourself there’s time for one more rock.I’ve heard that one before.GET. TO. THE. DOCK.Cargo in your hold is potential. Cargo banked is a result.Your sponsors appreciate the distinction.Mine. Collect. Bank. Steal the lead.