The Stowaway Protocal

Update: Auto-Cards Added! In the law-fraying edges of the Mid-Rim, where Galactic Federative Union oversight grows thin, survival is a job—and trust is a liability. You’re a mercenary, bounty hunter, or freelance operator—no loyalties, just credits. What begins as a simple refueling stop on a neutral rock quickly turns complicated when you discover an injured, armed cyborg stowed away in your ship’s cargo hold.