The War of the Gods has stalled while both sides recover, borders have been established, and a form of uneasy peace descends on the Imperial Territory of Dravith... It should be a time of consolidation, of rest and giving the survivors the chance to rearm and train. But life rarely goes as Jax expects. New and old enemies are on the horizon, the land itself is disturbed, and worst of all, the Gods are not all he believed they are... The Dark Tide Rises...
Warfare below the streets, backstabbing and brutality. Kabutt is out. Out of the army, out of patience and out of control, he's found a home, people to fight for, and once again, the city seems determined to screw that up for him. He's got backstabbing elves trying to rip him off, corpos forcing him and his team into unsanctioned deathmatches for live broadcasts, and of course, the usual skulduggery, not to mention more goddamn goblins. He's got his suit though, it might be stripped, but he's got it, he's got hope, he's got heavy firepower and hell, he might even get laid. All things are possible... provided you've got enough high explosive, anyway. It's time to start evening the odds...
Jax survived the Smugglers Path, as did most of his party, but he's suffered losses, found out just how far he's willing to go for Oracle, and seen his own darker side... as have his followers. The City of Himnel crawls with depravity, violence and backstabbing, and if Jax wants to keep his people, supply his growing war-machine, and have any kind of a chance at survival, he needs to not only survive there, he needs to rob it blind! Jax's simple, honest and straightforward methods of dealing with people would usually equate to a snowman vs a flamethrower's chance at survival, except he's got some new tricks, some new allies, and gives even less of a damn than usual about the odds. Join Jax, Oracle, and the squad as they explore Himnel, fight in the Arena and gather other waifs and strays not to mention making new, and far more powerful enemies than he ever dreamt he would encounter. Find out what happened to Thomas, why the Legion is hated and reviled, and if Jax ever manages to get his hearts desire... namely a cold beer, people to leave him the hell alone, and Oracle, naked, and some 'quality' time uninterrupted!
Blood, chrome and betrayal. Sergeant Harry Kabutt has seen better days. He's been shot down, blown up, and then tossed to the wayside by the corporations, left to rot in a ratty apartment in gang territory. His own limbs? Shredded, cut away, and left to rot on a mountainside. The replacement mods? Likely to fall apart or leave him to die in sepsis. No longer an operator of the feared APS mecha, Kabutt has hit rock bottom. But he's on foot, he's armed, and he's in serious pain... ...so, now it's time to take that pain and spread it around the mega-city of Artem, see who flinches first. Revenge never goes out of fashion
