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"Radruk'gren, I fear there may be more of the hostile biologicals within the walls. Also, a foreign object has perforated your femoral region. This is suboptimal."

Itarian scribes place the formation of Jargun-Ba sometime between 420,000–110,000 BTLS (Before The Long Sleep). The ringed world drifted within the Rayon System, attended by two moons, at least until The Crash reshaped its fate forever.

After Bok's...corrective action, I was out for a good while. Once I came to, I told him I needed a little time to come up with a performance enhancement plan.

Ruck thought Bok was annoying. He didn’t think he was lethal. One miscalculated “performance review” later, and the only thing keeping him alive might be the robot’s glitchy sense of duty.

The moon is falling. The ground is splitting. And deep in the mines, something is changing. As the world ends above, what waits below may be even worse.

Ruck wakes up to find he’s been rescued… by the reason this place was sealed. Meet Bok: glitchy, overly helpful, and probably the most dangerous thing on site. Mentally, if not physically.

Ruck rigs up the camera and prepares to descend into a sealed hatch—because obviously, nothing sealed underground ever goes wrong.

Ruck’s still alive… for now. Barricaded in a makeshift base cobbled together from lockers, kitchen scraps, and sheer willpower, he reflects on the choices that kept him breathing—and the one that nearly got him killed.

Ruck continues his struggle to survive on a desolate planet with nothing but his wits and a handful of meager supplies.

Stranded. Alone. Screwed. Ruck signed up for a routine job on Jargun-Ba. Now, he's stuck on the most dangerous planet in the Universe.

As I prepare to leave the underground city of Jornal on Jargun-Ba, I find myself reflecting on the incredible journey.

Jargun-Ba's unique post-catastrophe environment has given rise to some of the most bizarre and dangerous creatures I've ever encountered.