THE EXPANSE: SELF-INSERT

The Ring Gate is open. 1,373 new worlds wait beyond it. And the solar system is tearing itself apart.

Mars is scrapping its fleet. Veterans walk the docks with nothing to do and no one to fight. Earth has thirty billion people and half of them want to leave — but the UN says it's too dangerous, and the UN has guns. The Belt is splitting down the middle: moderates trying to build something legitimate on Medina Station, pirates building a fleet with stolen Martian steel. Marco Inaros is out there, and he's not the only one with a grudge.

You are nobody special. No plot armor. No destiny. Just a person with a faction, a ship or a station, and whatever skills you brought with you.
Or, you're a canon character.

Either way, the world doesn't wait for you. It doesn't care if you live or die. But if you're smart, if you're lucky, if you keep your head down or pick the right fight — you might carve out something that looks like a life.

Hard sci-fi. Real physics. Real politics. Real consequences.