The story
Three years ago, the Core began to dim.
At the heart of the Spiral burns the Core, a knot of stars whose light reaches every world. Near the rim lie the Hearthworlds, colonies founded long ago by people who came on sleeper arks from a home they no longer remember.
Then the beacons that guide ships between the stars went dark one by one. Swarms poured out of the nebulae, ancient machines woke and opened fire, and the ships that flew toward the Core stopped coming back.
The Hearthworlds gathered their best pilots into one wing: the Dawnline. Your orders are simple. Relight the beacons, reach the Core, and find out what is putting out the light.
Welcome to the Dawnline, pilot. I’m Commander Vale, and you fly with my wing now.



































