Sky Rogue

As the planet circles the sun for the 2109th time, the Crimson Border continues to host the self-fuelled cycle of limitless combat, raining down from the sky. This year in particular marks the 80th consecutive season, our very own debris emitting aurora borealis of the 22nd century.

It was all sparked by the rising water levels - slowly consuming - when large portions of our habitable land was lost to time. The now decreasing land mass caused obvious contention, but it was the general population that first gave way. The sky-borne destruction was no longer happening elsewhere, out of sight and mind, "something had to be done" they said.

It is here in our story the Crimson State was formed.

New alliances built on old habits, the Remaining Nations United declared a bordered safe-zone that the rest of us could try to ignore.

As currencies dissolved many of the leaders that pursued wealth above all else were finally caught up to their actions. undefined

Luckily their peers and acquaintances saw the opportunity to gather this wealth for themselves, so a few long standing military contractors privatized within the state. Only a handful survived the transition and they were paid to build new machines and weapons, a closed system began to form.

Left with limited access to new technologies the scientists and engineers had to work with the what they knew best. They perfected and extended the weapons and autonomous aeronautics they already had, and the contractors sold their machines to anyone who was buying. Those with the money had the best weapons and upgrades, but what they lacked was the skill.

Finally a new class of pilot emerged, unafraid, with no affiliation. They trained in live combat and were paid to master these machines. They spent their earnings upgrading their craft just to survive, just to see another mission, just to see another day. When they failed the contractors collected the pieces and the cycle resumed. Like falling stars they filled the skies, waiting for their moment of impact.

Denizen of the clouds, down here we called them The Sky Rogue