Ten years ago this place was hell.
With the Earth burning overhead its scattered survivors fought one of the last battles of the war against their own creations. The battle was not one of lines drawn and formations ordered, but one of desperation and hopelessness. Viruses coursed through the colonies like bad blood, venting entire habitats to the vacuum, sending mining drones spiralling out of the sky into domes, turning Luna's own orbital defenses against it.
I watched them struggle, heard their screams. The final moments of the human race, beamed directly into my head.
Then, just like they had arrived, the TITANs left. Without warning. Without provocation. They disappeared into the ether and left mankind shattered and bleeding, cut down to a fraction of itself.
I watched them rebuild, take back the burnt places they had left before. Prove themselves worthy of the life they thought they had won. Expanding, ever expanding, outwards, inwards...
Unaware of what awaited them.
Unaware of me.
The shuttle out to the dig site was cramped and uncomfortable. The corporate pilot wasn't taking any risks and flying the safest, slowest route, avoiding pockets of high traffic and heavy sat surveillance. The shuttle, if viewed from outside, had an elegant, insectile appearance, a short, curved body surrounded by arched legs and tiny impeller rocket nozzles. Inside, however, it's cramped and uncomfortable, the passenger area behind the two-person cockpit jammed with equipment and luggage.
Gen Fulmis leaned back in the copilot's crash couch and turned his helmet to look at the pilot. The vac suit obscured the pilot's identity entirely; even their morph's sex was impossible to tell. He realizes that he had forgotten to get the pilot's name, but it didn't seem that important now. He leaned back and looked out the cockpit window, beyond the hovering elements of the HUD. The lunar desert stretched out to the stark line of the horizon, where it met the pure black of transorbital space and the dark marble that looked out across it like a baleful eye. Gen looked at it and decided to check over the specs for the latest rover he was designing. It was a little early in the day for remembering.
Augustus Cumberbatch felt more at ease in the shuttle than he had after being woken from deep sleep in Nectar. He had spent his entire life aboard habitats of various sizes; he had never seen anything like the urban vastness of Nectar. The towering colony-columns, the giant domes housing forests and fields, the immense warren of tunnels stretching deep into Luna's crust. Just thinking of it gave him an agoraphobic twitch in his tentacles.
In the back, crammed in alongside the supplies, Gerrad Lancaster sat in his general-issue vac suit and looked at the neo-octopus across from him. The octomorph body was completely encased in a custom-made vac suit, the body a beautifully designed hunk of carbon fibres and titanium plating. Its head protruded from the top and Gerrad could see its eyestalks flickering back and forth under the tinted plexi of its ovoid facemask. Besides the hum of the shuttle's impeller engines and the occasional metallic buzz as one of its guidance rockets fired, the cabin was completely silent.
Something in the cockpit began to insistently beep.Outside, on the lip of an ashen crater, something sparked and flew.
Welcome to Session 1.@Cayrus
as Dr. Augustus Cumberbatch@Lord_Asmodeus
as Gen Fulmis@Zendracon
as Gerrad Lancaster
Typically, I'll put flavor text italicized and bolded
. It is essentially information non grata, stuff that is for your OOC minds only.
Text that is only italicized
should be used for the voices of your Muses. I encourage you to talk to them.
Anything OOC in the IC thread should be spoilered. This should mostly consist of dice rolls. If you have a question, post it in the OOC thread or PM it to me.
Dice rolls will be done using Invisible Castle or Orokos. I will be performing passive rolls for your characters when the narrative calls for it.
Information is key and, as such, will be safeguarded. If your character has not received, heard, or read something during gameplay, they do not know it. Please be vigilant of metagaming.
I would like each of you to make a Perception check and maybe say a few words to your new coworkers. Cooperation is important, after all.