Goodbye alma mater, hello adult life! Uh... almost. There's just one little thing left - an internship. It would seem routine and formality. But no. The Lightning raider team, an association of wandering Gunsmiths, manages to get into adventures even out of nowhere. Or is it me, the newly minted analytical engineer Denis Novikov, who influences them this way? Or was I just very lucky, some week after the start of my internship, to get involved in a story with mysterious anomalies in the Pandora Colony? It's my own fault. By the way, what stopped me from choosing any other offer on the Exchange? The Colonial Union is large, there are thousands of worlds in it, and on each there is something mysterious from the inheritance of the lost Forerunner races. But no, he pointed his finger at the sky - now to sort things out... Nanobots, wandering force fields, the machinations of competitors, family squabbles... haven’t you forgotten anything? This is how we live, we don’t get bored. Join us!