Freedom is the type of expression that universally can never be defined.
Primarily because it does not hold the same connotation for everyone who uses it. For the members of the Red Rover, never before in their lives had they ever experienced as much latitude to flourish as they currently did right now.
They would be returning to the great unknown with a better understanding of who they were and what they stood for. It wouldn't be long before they were considered a force to be reckoned with. In Marius' eyes, the day he would pass the leadership baton to them was fast approaching.
Unfortunately, that wouldn't be the only thing they had to look forward to as they soon would be attacked by a group of intergalactic marauders known as the Draconoires.
These pirates led by the loathsome Naqwin, would bring their momentum to a grinding halt as they all were to be bonded and sold to the highest bidder. That bidder being the lasting citizens of a dying world known as Felicity.
They would immediately be put to work by the Felicians in an attempt to reverse the peril that had inflicted this wandering star or so they would think.
As the truth behind their capture comes into sharper focus, each of the cadets must dig deeper than they ever have to break free. While it's often been said that there's strength in numbers, their strength must come from within.
This is the macrocosm of Felicity. A world in captivity.