Still trying to get familiar with everything here. This sub seems more active than the other one I posted so I'll put my idea here:
The conclusion of a great interstellar war has ravaged the cosmos as systems are quickly herded under one rulership. Gone are the days of free space faring travel and exploration. In its place are trade routes and commercial fairways that run like a meticulous network of cogs. Planets of luxury, discovery, and free tourism are now under heavy scrutiny as all cognizant (and completely unaware) beings are subjugated to a life of servitude to the Toliath Federation...
"Fuck that noise." Captain Abetchi screamed into the intercom. "You're all that's left of whatever backwater mud ball your mother shat you on. I'd reckon a life of getting scraped around by Toolie dickheads aren't in the cards for you lot, lest you wouldn't be stinking up my stowaway compartments. But hey, if you're having second thoughts, please feel free to let me know. I'll be sure to hand your sorry asses over to the next Toolie outpost. I'm sure they'll give you a warm welcome - in and all around every gaping orifice that's potchmarking your cowardly hides while the rest of us make way for Paradise Planet!"
That's right: Paradise Planet. At this point it's a running myth among fleeting refugees, but space travelers with some actual kilometers in their experience-o-meter say it's the real deal. There are star maps littered across the galaxy, made to be pieced together like some god damned scavenger hunt. No one even knows if they actually lead you to the fabled safe haven everyone's gushing about, but at this point, people will do just about anything to escape Toolie sovereign...
This is what I have so far. We are survivors and escapees from the galactic insurgency of the Toliath Federation (Toolies) that have stowed away on Captain Abetchi's ship. She's not doing all of this out of the kindness of her heart, mind you. In return for safe passage on board her ship you either traded off something of serious value and/or swore into her cadre as a permanent crew member. Regardless as to how you got your ticket punched, buckle up, because you're in for a shitstorm of a ride. Any takers?
The conclusion of a great interstellar war has ravaged the cosmos as systems are quickly herded under one rulership. Gone are the days of free space faring travel and exploration. In its place are trade routes and commercial fairways that run like a meticulous network of cogs. Planets of luxury, discovery, and free tourism are now under heavy scrutiny as all cognizant (and completely unaware) beings are subjugated to a life of servitude to the Toliath Federation...
"Fuck that noise." Captain Abetchi screamed into the intercom. "You're all that's left of whatever backwater mud ball your mother shat you on. I'd reckon a life of getting scraped around by Toolie dickheads aren't in the cards for you lot, lest you wouldn't be stinking up my stowaway compartments. But hey, if you're having second thoughts, please feel free to let me know. I'll be sure to hand your sorry asses over to the next Toolie outpost. I'm sure they'll give you a warm welcome - in and all around every gaping orifice that's potchmarking your cowardly hides while the rest of us make way for Paradise Planet!"
That's right: Paradise Planet. At this point it's a running myth among fleeting refugees, but space travelers with some actual kilometers in their experience-o-meter say it's the real deal. There are star maps littered across the galaxy, made to be pieced together like some god damned scavenger hunt. No one even knows if they actually lead you to the fabled safe haven everyone's gushing about, but at this point, people will do just about anything to escape Toolie sovereign...
This is what I have so far. We are survivors and escapees from the galactic insurgency of the Toliath Federation (Toolies) that have stowed away on Captain Abetchi's ship. She's not doing all of this out of the kindness of her heart, mind you. In return for safe passage on board her ship you either traded off something of serious value and/or swore into her cadre as a permanent crew member. Regardless as to how you got your ticket punched, buckle up, because you're in for a shitstorm of a ride. Any takers?