Sometimes ships didn't make check in. Whether from false flight plans, or wrecking in a nebulae, it was anyone's guess. But reports were surfacing from near Recee that any ship that entered the system essentially fell off the charts, and was never seen again. Sailors were calling it, "The Black Hex." A hex where many of them now dared not venture.
Naturally trade was affected in the area. A singular Skiff managed to limp into the Dockyards above Xa Fel, its ragged crew rife with tales of grandiose Pirate Fleets, and deathly torture at the hands of their captors. They were given refuge, and a task force was spun up.
A Pirate threat or not, whatever was growing near Recee threatened the delicate Peace of the Fledgling Corporate Protectorate. Whether Profits of People were concerned, they were averse to losing either.
Battle Group 1 is pushing out to confront the threat, and put an end to it.
But they are not aware they are stumbling into the clutches of something darker, and more sinister. Thus Operation Dagger begins......
