[b][i][u]Now Entering: Gamma Asteria. Enjoy your stay, traveler.[/u][/i][/b]
Welcome to the galaxy of Gamma Asteria, a province that exists beyond the boundaries of space and time and this isolation from those who threatened civil strife has eliminated it. Our humans, denizens of God are happy. Our leaders are affective. They weed out evils time and time again, and keep the world at peace.
We reside in the large home world of Abalava, an artificial planet housing most of Gamma Asteria's commoners. But out of this large city... Blood litters the worlds, as scavengers scour every inch of the universe in hopes of plunders surpassing our wildest dreams... They are deluded, grasping at straws. The lone settlements are inhabited by men who seek freedom from the Gamma Asteria Galactic Government, but will not survive. And then there are you... People who strut across these desolate and dangerous planets, with so many choices. And this is where you start.
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Edited by Chesh I Guess: 12/12/2015 6:30:48 AM[b][u]Crash Course[/u][/b] [u]Outside the Patria Atmosphere[/u] [b]Zion sits in the cabin deck of his ship slowly sipping something from a red mug. He waits as a smaller supply ship, docked on the ships right side, slips supplies through a transfer tube. The massive warship is bustling with the energy of a well geared crew. Sitting below him at the pilot controls is a young, pink skinned girl with purple eyes and hair. She fiddles with the controls as crew shuffle around them, each doing work of their own.[/b] [i][u]"Status on the trade."[/u][/i] [b][i]"It's going well. Though, I'm not sure we need this much extra food."[/i][/b] [i][u]"Can't ever be too safe."[/u][/i] "Sir! Incoming bandit ship." [i][u]"Well, deal with it."[/u][/i] "Yessir!" [b]A group of crew move over to a control panel. They flip a few buttons before a small beam of light shoots out from the ships hull hitting the oncoming cruiser. It immediately vaporizes into small ash particles. Zion gives an amused chuckle and twiddles his thumbs. He lights a cigarette and continues to monitor the trade.[/b] [spoiler]Open[/spoiler]