Arcs

A dark blight has settled upon the Reach
And we’re scrambling for what’s left behind.
We will use ev’rything from war to speech,
Securing a position for our kind.
We can only claim it as ambition
Whether we are a tyrant or warlord,
But Space will not be a destination,
And out here we live by our own accord.
There is a court that has a little sway
Over the direction that we can take,
And if you ambassador came to play,
There is a deal with them that you can make.
We are trying to leave behind our marks
That can be rewtold in our story arcs.