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Man, space.I remember how hyped everyone was when we started to settled on mars. There was this big celeberation, this whole nine yards. We were going to be astronauts, everyone of us, given time. We all argued over what it would be like.
A star trek frontier of unified effort?
A wild west of action and free market?
A rapid discovering of new identies?
Well, welcome to the dream, newbie. We were all so caught up in our own little political world, all fondling the balls of either big goverment or big corps that we didn't even realize what happened until it happened. Space seperated us, herded us, made us into easily managible chunks.
Big goverment, big corps? I can't tell which one is which anymore, honestly your life is the same under either. You're a tiny ship with a tiny crew trapped under a massive organisation with a lot more guns,resources and TOTAL control over communications. You think your transmission is going to make it through the authorities beacon blockers, even if the message made it you'll be waiting days for the message to arrive and weeks for anyone to help you.
No revolution. No fight. No big vote or downward spiral. Hell, even the bandits and pirates have got to play by the rules, they only operate because they give a split of their loot to a competing authority.
You got the letter?
Yeah, well, too bad you blew your cushy planet bound life for this. It's all properganda "cordially invited to explore the stars" cordially invited to get fucked more like.
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Man, space.I remember how hyped everyone was when we started to settled on mars. There was this big celeberation, this whole nine yards. We were going to be astronauts, everyone of us, given time. We all argued over what it would be like.
A star trek frontier of unified effort?
A wild west of action and free market?
A rapid discovering of new identies?
Well, welcome to the dream, newbie. We were all so caught up in our own little political world, all fondling the balls of either big goverment or big corps that we didn't even realize what happened until it happened. Space seperated us, herded us, made us into easily managible chunks.
Big goverment, big corps? I can't tell which one is which anymore, honestly your life is the same under either. You're a tiny ship with a tiny crew trapped under a massive organisation with a lot more guns,resources and TOTAL control over communications. You think your transmission is going to make it through the authorities beacon blockers, even if the message made it you'll be waiting days for the message to arrive and weeks for anyone to help you.
No revolution. No fight. No big vote or downward spiral. Hell, even the bandits and pirates have got to play by the rules, they only operate because they give a split of their loot to a competing authority.
You got the letter?
Yeah, well, too bad you blew your cushy planet bound life for this. It's all properganda "cordially invited to explore the stars" cordially invited to get fucked more like.
So, that's it. I came up with this after playing Void Bastards.
I'd like posting to be relatively quick, I don't want us on the same scene by the end of the week but I think demanding deadlines put people off. So, I'm going to play it by ear. I will periodically nudge you to post but I'm not going to have a set deadline in stone.
It's very realistic that not only you may die, but you will fuck up and cause a chain of events that will kill the whole crew. Don't worry, you all will be allowed to roll up new crew members.
2 paragraphs standard but lenience will be shown on occasion.