Martian Bloodline

The Black Mongoose floated deep within the Delca solar system. It had been a long 3 day battle evading Dominion hunter vessels, and although a successful evasion, the ship had received one heck of a beating. on a plus side, It's twin core thruster engines purred with kinetic harmony whilst it's battle damaged hull received a well earned repair from it's onboard nano bots, But Inside, oh man, it's chaos… This usually comes as a ''day to day'' occurrence, mostly in the form of conversation, scorched tools, and dodgy coffee that probably, shouldn't really look the colour it does.Become a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/martian-bloodline--6446121/support.

Following the mayhem of Harskell 5, the blazing liberation of Yarnax, and the hilariously philanthropic heist at Gravepoint Station, the Zone Warriors found themselves thrust into a new and unexpected role—not just as misfit heroes of the fringe systems, but as symbols of rebellion. Their names, once muttered in backwater bars and pirate docks with equal parts amusement and disbelief, began to carry weight.The Dominion listed them as “Interstellar Disruptive Entities,” a bureaucratic term for “we can’t catch them, and they keep making us look stupid.”Their bounties increased tenfold. Surveillance footage of their antics spread across systems like wildfire, turning them into underground folk heroes. Freedom fighters in distant colonies adopted their symbol—a crescent grin with crossed thrusters beneath it—as a mark of resistance.Become a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/martian-bloodline--6446121/support.

Objective: Disrupt Dominion fuel lines. Result: Exploded fuel depot, destabilized three moons, with moderate sunburn to local orbital traffic.On the volatile mining world of Harskell 5 the Dominion operated a massive fuel depot nestled between three orbiting moons each housing secondary energy processing units. The Zone Warriors mission began with the commandeering of a Dominion C-class supply freighter, repurposed mid-flight by Keera Thorne, the former galactic racing champion whose obsession with speed bordered on the mystical. The freighter was overloaded with volatile hyper-combustibles, misfiled under “rations,” thanks to Rugg Delthane, the hacker raised by black-market data traders, who couldn’t resist slipping in a forged manifest labeled, “Snacks.”Become a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/martian-bloodline--6446121/support.

With a final glance at the wreckage behind him, Tacko Rinn pushed the throttle of his battle wrecked space fighter forward and followed Drake Vance's Black Mongoose into the unknown. It was a beginning, a chance meeting in the void that would soon turn into an alliance and friendship that would shape the galaxy. After crashing through an unstable wormhole, they both found themselves deep in the Neutral Dust Sectors far from law patrols or rules. They drank and laughed in the aftermath of near-death both agreeing that the galaxy was full of tyranny, corruption and endless exploitation of the powerless. They also agreed that hardly anyone was doing enough to defend the people, So both felt that maybe, they should. So there it was, the Zone Warriors ideal was formed, a misfit militia with only three principles: One, defend the underdog through a crew that would make chaos sacred and justice unavoidable. Two, always mock the elite, and Three? Never, not ever apologize, for just how loud those explosions would be.Become a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/martian-bloodline--6446121/support.

The Tharos Expanse was a lawless sector on the edges of known space and had long been a battleground for smugglers, bounty hunters, and mercenary warlords. It was a place where no government dared enforce order, where the strongest survived, and the reckless died fast.Among the stars, Drake Vance was no stranger to the chaos of these regions. His ship, the Black Mongoose, had seen countless battles, countless escapes, and more than a few incidents where he should have been killed. But his reputation as a daredevil smuggler with a silver tongue had kept him alive—well, at least so far.It was here, amid the wreckage of dead ships and drifting debris fields, that he first crossed paths with Tacko Rinn. Tacko was flying a Space Wolf G4, one of the fastest, most agile starfighters in the galaxy, but flying a fast ship means nothing when you're outnumbered and being hunted down.Become a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/martian-bloodline--6446121/support.

Overlord Primus Veyros was more than just a ruler—he was the iron fist of the Overlord Dominion, a tyrant whose vision for the galaxy was one of absolute control. Under his reign, entire star systems had been brought to their knees, their people forced into servitude, their cultures erased in the name of Dominion supremacy. For decades, Veyros had stood unchallenged. His war machine spread like an infection, crushing resistance movements, dismantling rogue governments, and enforcing brutal order through sheer military dominance. But power breeds enemies, and whispers of his downfall had long echoed through the shadows. The resistance had grown bold, and the Galactic Justice, along with remnants of the Casualties of Mars, the Knights of Karock, and the Zone Warriors, had decided that Veyros' reign would end—not in war, but in silence. The decision was made. The Overlord had to die.Become a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/martian-bloodline--6446121/support.

Nebula’s Crown was a monument to corruption. A floating kingdom of excess, where power was measured in blood, and wealth was counted in stolen lives. Suspended in orbit above the dying red star called Zyphos Prime, it was the Syndicate of Shadows’ greatest stronghold. A golden citadel wrapped in darkness, where warlords, arms dealers, and crime lords conspired over vintage liquor and broken souls.No force had ever penetrated its security. No fleet had ever dared its defenses. It was a place where the powerful came to feed and the weak came to disappear. But on this night the Crown would burn. On this night, the queen of the abyss would walk among them and none would leave untouched. On this night, Lyra Kane would become a legend of fear and death. She arrived in whispers, in the glances of men who did not yet understand the danger.Become a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/martian-bloodline--6446121/support.

The Overlords of Saturn had ruled in silence for centuries, biding their time beneath the thick, swirling storms of the gas giant, hiding behind their vast rings and the icy moons of the outer system. While other factions of the Thirteen Star Systems warred, fell, and rose again, the Overlords remained, building their empire in secret.They were not a government. They were not even an army in the traditional sense. They were ancient conquerors, remnants of a lost civilization whose existence predated recorded history. Their forces were composed of war-bred genetic horrors, biomechanical warriors forged from unwilling captives, and Dreadguard elites who had not known fear or mercy in centuries.When their harvest campaigns began, entire colonies on Titan, Enceladus, and the orbital stations beyond Uranus vanished. There was no war declaration—only emptied worlds, silence, and then the cold realization that the Overlords had begun their expansion anew.Become a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/martian-bloodline--6446121/support.

As continued whispers of anomalous time shifts rippled across the outer systems. Reports emerged of entire starships arriving before they departed, of individuals aging decades in seconds, and colonies experiencing phantom days that never happened.The ever vigilant Galactic Justice traced the pattern to a temporal anomaly pulsing from deep within the Echron, a subspace corridor once considered uninhabitable due to its unstable gravitational vortices. What they discovered was far more dangerous than predicted, because what they had found was a conspiracy, to weaponize time itself.Become a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/martian-bloodline--6446121/support.

Before the Galactic Justice came into existence, the Thirteen Star Systems existed in a fragile balance. Power was dictated by warlords, planetary monarchs, corporate syndicates, and the Overlord Dominion, each vying for control over their own sectors. While civilizations expanded, so did crime, corruption, and tyranny, leaving many planets lawless and at the mercy of those who ruled through oppression. The collapse of the Velmari Accord, a failed interstellar peace agreement, left a power vacuum that led to unchecked violence across the systems. Piracy flourished, planetary rulers fell, and no force was strong enough to challenge the Overlord Dominion’s brutal conquest of weaker worlds. From the chaos, a coalition of renegades, warriors, and leaders who had seen enough suffering came together, determined to forge a force that would uphold justice—not for empires, not for governments, but for the people. Thus, the Galactic Justice was born.Become a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/martian-bloodline--6446121/support.

The storm had been brewing for years. The Overlord Dominion, an empire built upon conquest and submission, had pushed its forces deeper into the Velmara System, claiming world after world under its iron grip. Velmara-4, known as Velmara’s Reach, was more than a planet—it was a bastion of resistance, one of the last free outposts standing between the Dominion and total dominance over the sector. The planet’s significance lay in its hypergate relay, a network capable of launching fleets across multiple star systems in minutes. If the Dominion captured it, they could flood the surrounding systems with warships, cutting off entire civilizations from aid. The defenders knew what was coming. The Casualties of Mars, the Galactic Justice, the Zone Warriors, and the Knights of Karock had gathered their forces, preparing for what would be the most decisive battle of the campaign. Across the planet’s surface, trenches were carved, defensive grids activated, and last-minute fortifications raised. In orbit, battlecruisers formed into strategic positions, creating a wall of firepower to meet the incoming Dominion fleet. The defenders were outnumbered, but they were not afraid. Velmara’s Reach was the line. And they would not let it break.Become a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/martian-bloodline--6446121/support.

The Curak, an ancient and enigmatic extraterrestrial race, had always operated from the shadows of the galactic stage. Unlike the Overlord Dominion, whose power was defined by conquest and brute force, the Carasii Vait ruled through subversion, manipulation, and an insidious grip on the political and economic systems of entire civilizations. They did not wage open wars. Instead, they seeded puppet governments, infiltrated ruling councils, and reshaped societies through technology and ideology, bending entire planetary populations to their will without ever firing a single shot. For centuries, few understood the extent of their influence. Even among the Thirteen Star Systems, they were seen more as whispered myths than tangible threats. But those who dug too deep, who strayed too close to uncovering their presence, disappeared—without a trace, without a struggle, as if they had never existed. But control breeds resentment. And resentment, left unchecked, turns into war.Become a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/martian-bloodline--6446121/support.

The Knights of Karock emerged not from empire or conquest, but from catastrophe. Their genesis occurred during the 'Age of Collapse', an era when vast galactic civilizations crumbled under the weight of their own ambition. Amidst the wreckage on planet Karock, a lone figure known as Avok Buox arose to unite its survivors.Avok Buox, once a war general cast out for opposing genocidal doctrine, gathered warriors, monks, scientists, and exiled tacticians from broken worlds and carved a singular ideal into their hearts known as the Vallah Rule. A codex that bound its followers to principles of duty, justice, and above all, honor. Karock itself was a planet of extremes, mountainous crags, scorched deserts, and subterranean oceans, where only the relentless could survive. It was here, in the ash and silence of fallen cities that the Knights trained. They were taught not merely to fight but to endure, to protect, and to carry valor into the darkest corners of the galaxy.Become a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/martian-bloodline--6446121/support.

The Casualties of Mars is a name given to the descendants, survivors, and remnants of those who lived, fought, and died during the Fall of Mars, an event that shattered the once-great civilization of the Red Planet and sent its people fleeing into the cosmos. They are not a singular group, but rather a lineage of warriors, rebels, and exiles—men and women who now roam the Thirteen Star Systems, carrying with them the pain, legacy, and unfinished battles of their ancestors. Some became mercenaries, some revolutionaries, and others mythic warriors who shaped the fate of entire star systems. But all of them bear one unshakable truth: They are the last echoes of a world that no longer exists.Become a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/martian-bloodline--6446121/support.

Pryon IX was no place for dreamers. The smog-choked industrial planet was a patchwork of rusted factories, toxic rivers, and orbital scrapyards spinning like carcasses in the gray skies above. For Drake Vance, it was home—and a hell he’d spent his entire life trying to escape.Drake’s mother had worked in the manufactories until her lungs failed, leaving him to fend for himself at the age of ten. His father, if he’d ever had one, was a ghost from some forgotten past. Alone in the slums of Scrap Town Alpha, Drake learned quickly that survival wasn’t a right—it was a skill.He hustled in the shadow of the orbital scrapyards, scavenging parts and selling them to shady mechanics who paid in food scraps or the occasional stolen credit chip. But even as a child, Drake’s sharp tongue and charm gave him an edge. He could talk his way out of trouble—and into opportunity.VISIT OUR WEBSITE FOR MUCH MORE