Summary

Earth's governments and the galactic bureaucracies which followed humanity into the stars do little to represent the people. Mankind and its derivatives and cross species thereof, either live as drones of the corporate empires or as political puppets, while there is yet another group who have chosen to fight for the safety of humanity.

The military remains the only beacon of hope for the people and still the stinch of the Corporations filter throughout its ranks. But for a strong few, another path awaits. The tournament, and with it the opportunity to see time re-written and mistakes erased.