Across the forgotten edges of the galaxy, where law breaks down and danger breeds in the shadows, the Antarian Rangers Marshal Service rides alone. Marshals are not soldiers. They don’t answer to governments. They are wanderers — drifting from system to system, bringing justice to the lawless and hope to the overlooked.

Their mission is simple: protect the people by removing those who threaten them. Marshals take bounty contracts not for credits or fame, but to make the galaxy safer. Every mark they track is a danger to someone, and every credit earned keeps them moving to the next town in need.

They stop at fringe settlements and quiet colonies most have forgotten, offering help where they can — fixing what’s broken, standing guard when trouble rolls in, and moving on before the dust settles. A Marshal doesn’t settle down. They ride the stars.

Driven by conviction and built for endurance, a Marshal keeps going when others would fall. They’re masters of survival, close-quarters combat, and gunfighting — trained to face whatever threats the galaxy throws at them, and to win.

No glory. No politics. Just the job, the code, and the road ahead.

Need help? Look to the horizon. A Marshal might already be on their way.