Have you signed up to volunteer? No? Well, that's right. There are many much more interesting things to do in the world than trampling an army parade ground or even the deck of a space battleship. Waldemar Deskin thought the same, but fate left him no choice. He was left alone, no one needed in the multi-planet and multi-billion dollar Republic. He took up the ranks to take revenge, and war became his destiny. From a partisan to a junior naval officer, from a saboteur to a system fighter pilot, and from a penalty box to a spaceship commander. Fate dragged Voldemar across the Universe, easily lifting him up and throwing him down, from where he had to climb out, tearing the skin off his palms in the blood. Several times death passed by with a grin, but in the end it drove Deskin into a situation from which there seems to be no way out. Alone, on a hostile planet, without communications, appearances or passwords. What's next?