Welcome to the Vagabond—a rust-bucket space freighter held together by duct tape, bad decisions, and pure spite.
Meet Brenda: a leather-clad, cigar-smoking captain who solves problems with violence and sarcasm.
Rat: a grease-covered goblin of an engineer who’s probably broken more alarms than he’s fixed.
Katomi: a rich-girl runaway turned knife-slinging negotiator who can hustle holy men out of their robes (and their bank accounts).
When this dysfunctional crew takes a job hauling mystery cargo for a fanatical space cult, things go south faster than a bishop in a brothel. What follows?
Gunfights in orbital strip clubsAI malfunctions (his name is Dick... yes, seriously)Religious warfareOne very cold, very suspicious coffinThis is not the future you were promised.
It’s Vagabond: a filthy, hilarious, profanity-laced space comedy that I had to stop recording multiple times because I couldn’t stop laughing.
If you like your sci-fi grimy, your characters morally questionable, and your AI sassier than you are—strap in.
We’re not drifting. We’re spiraling—with style.
