Welcome to Galactic Axia

  The best of intentions sometimes lead to unintended consequences.  Join Eaton Braster, captain of the fast attack scout Blackhawk, as he ventures into unknown space to discover why Axia ships are disappearing with alarming regularity.

    The crowd in the tightly-packed arena roared their approval as their champion strode onto the blood-soaked sand below.  The light from the guttering torches played across his rippling physique as he flexed his muscles and strutted around the circle of battle.  Hidden among the other hooded strangers in the upper rows, Captain Eaton Braster carefully watched the giant.  Bloodsport was as foreign to the trooper as was the rest of this barbaric culture.
    With suspenseful slowness, the door leading into the arena grated on its tracks as it was raised.  Eaton felt the hackles on his neck rise when out through the dark chasm a monsterous Red-tail soldier lumbered into the dimly-lit arena.  The crowd again roared and the beast snarled in reply.  As the champion and the alien circled each other, Eaton watched the door slide shut.  Clearly, the match was to the death since there now was no other way of escape from the circle of sand.
    Eaton’s trained eye assessed the Red-tail, noting that it appeared under-fed but in reasonable health.  The sheen from its shoulders spoke of having been in battle harness recently.  In response to a feint by the giant, the Red-tail instinctively reached for its blaster.  But when its claw came up empty, the creature readjusted its stance for unarmed combat.  Where these barbarians had captured one of these space-faring alien creatures was just one of the mysteries Eaton was determined to solve.

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