Ever since I was a kid, I heard tales of a lone space pilot embarking on an epic journey through distant galaxies, leading to a mysterious realm known as secret space. That pilot returned with a mind-blowing ship that had everyone doubting its existence. Yet, they remained tight-lipped about its origin, earning the nickname 'Starwulf.' Those stories stuck with me, and I knew deep down that one day, I'd follow in their footsteps and become a legend. Then everything went sideways. Hostile forces from a forsaken galaxy invaded our planet, turning my family into slaves. No one came to help, not from nearby planets or the so-called galactic society. And where was I? Stuck grinding through a space pilot course on some remote rock, unable to do a damn thing as my home descended into chaos. Determination fueled my tears of rage and sorrow, and I swore an oath—I'd be there, and I'd be there soon. Even if it meant walking the path of a legend and returning with a kick-ass ship that could wipe out any enemy fleet. I was going to free my people, no matter the cost. And so, my heroic journey began.