Place
Mire
The bayou that swallowed a war: a Ledger Wars jungle front left behind when the money moved on, sunk under black swamp water among huge moss-hung trees, lily pads, mist and fireflies. The Sleepers, its pilotless exo-frames, still wake and wade. Herons stand in the reeds, and something big lives in the water that the locals don't name.
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- inThe DriftA belt of worn settled systems: orbital stations, half-terraformed colonies, and sprawl-yards linked by slow travel, local law, repair culture, and work for hire.
- abandoned front ofThe Ledger WarsDecades of proxy war among corporations, defense cartels, and sovereign funds with navies. Soldiers were treated as assets, and the wars ended through bankruptcy rather than treaty.
links hereDrift long-haulersThe Drift's slow bulk freighters: a blunt command block, a long spine of strapped containers and tanks, a cluster of engine bells.- links hereMire front abandonedWhen the Ledger Wars money moved on, Mire's jungle front was simply left: transports stopped coming, the frames were never recovered, and over the years the swamp rose over the trenches…
- links hereThe PetrelPip Arro's courier: a small, fast, much-patched ducted-fan craft in faded orange and cream, a cargo pod clamped under its belly and a long ribbon pennant from its tail.
- links hereThe PicketsThe Mire front's unmanned sentry drones, still flying their patrol circuits over the channels decades after the war left: lean armoured wings in scorched olive paint, one amber optic…
- links hereThe SleepersLedger Wars exo-frames left standing in Mire's water, moss-covered, herons nesting in their hatches.
- links hereThe stilt shackMire's post: a stilt shack on the water at the edge of the old front, with a tin roof, a porch lantern, a rocking chair and a radio mast taller than the trees.