So have you heard of the planet Enoh? I wouldn't be surprised if you haven't. People more likely use the term of "The abandoned planet". But it is not as abandoned as people think. Now let me tell the full story. So Enoh was a gigantic world, that was covered in cities to the last inch. Multiple industrial levels spanned in the planet's crust, turning it into a world made by man, ruled by machines. It had a population of several billion people, and so it relied on importing food, and other organic supplies. However it's heavy industry and shipyards of it's 3 moons made trade flourish in the sector. The skyscrapers that made wounds in the giant clouds of the planet, housed the rich merchants, whilst the slums were the place where industrial workers went to spend their night, and lighten their purse in bars. the local maffia was well know in the galaxy, for having militzary equipment, and commiting notorious crimes. However, it all changed in the time of one day.

Interplanetary travel was made possible by the usage of wormholes that span across the universe, leading to other systems. Jump gates were established for better stability and faster jump times, and those that had wormholes allowed for insant travel. But all hell break loose when the wormhole leading to Enoh turned unstable. It was thta day fate decided not to favor the system anymore, and bring a solar catastrophe to the planet. In the very first seconds of the wormhole's long suffering, that ultimately led to it's death, it let out a burst of gamma rays so strong that it melted the jump gate around it. It only lasted for a brief moment, but it was enough to kill 3/4 of all people on the planet. The catastrophe came as a surprise and left havok in it's wake. The wormhole layed dormant for another day, when it started to emit radio frequencies that disabled all communications on the planet, and made it impossible to target the sector's co-ordinates in order to send help. The governement of the planet died on that day.

The third day was the most devastating of all. In a brilliant flash, the wormhole exploded, and the intensive waves from it swept away most of the planet's atmopshere. The electromagnetic particles fried all electronics near the ground, and the side of the planet facing it at the time of explosion was hit by gamma waves so powerful in annihilated all lifeforms it hit directly. The rest was mutated, turning them into mindless monsters, mutated beyond recognition. Some on the lowere level were fortunate enough to survive the first wave, but the radiation melted their brain into mindless psychpaths, barely able to communicate whith each other. Even the lowest levels suffered contamination 10 times stronger than Chernobyl. On that day the population dropped to a mere 1.5 million, most on the other side of the planet.

Weeks passed, and settlements started popping up one after another, along with raiders trying to control the lands. There were vast no man's lands between suitable territories on the surface, and underground. The lowermost levels locked themselves up, waiting for help that never came. They say that their children still wait for rescure down, far below the surface of the planet, in areas long forgotten and blockaded. However this is not their story. Soon, the maffia came back to life, and re-organized itself on the remnants of the ruined civilization. They became the most powerful force, and the only ones with ships avaible for use. They protected the settlements in exchange for money, however the protecting part often failed to realize. Raiders and mutants became a constant struggle for the survivors, even though life was harsh as it is. Growing food and getting supplies was all they had time for. To go out and get supplies was looked at as the most dangerous job on the planet. Everyone knew that mutants weren't the most devastating off things that lurked in the constant twilight of the planet.

And in this time emerged a small group known as the Devil's Runners. They were masters of martial arts, shooting, parkour and scavenging. They soon became the most well known mercenary group on the planet, and even with limited communications, there was no survivor who never heard of them at least once. They were the ones that went out day to day in the wastes of civilization and fought with their life for the daily. And this, is their story.

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