Goodbye alma mater, hello, adult life! Er... pretty much. There was a trifle left - an internship. It would seem routine and formality. An no. The team of the Lightning raider, an association of stray Gunsmiths, manages to get involved in adventures even from scratch. Or is it me, freshly baked analyst engineer Denis Novikov, so I influence them? Or was I just very lucky some week after the internship began to get involved in a story with mysterious anomalies in the Pandora Colony? It's my own fault. By the way, what prevented me from choosing any other offer on the Exchange? The colonial union is great, there are thousands of worlds in it, and on each there is something mysterious from the legacy of the decayed Ras Forerunner. But no, I poked my finger into the sky - now disentangle... Nanobots, wandering force fields, intrigues of competitors, family showdowns... forgot nothing? That's how we live, we don't get bored.