U N I T Y

It’s the largest city on Vincula, the first planet settled by humanity outside of the solar system - doesn’t quite live up to its name. Like many such places around the galaxy, it was created and named in a fit of wishful thinking that never quite panned out. Of course, that’s not particularly surprising; Vincula started life as a penal colony and it’s never quite recovered from its past.

The descendants of the original colony, the InVex - the Involuntary Exiles, they called themselves, with a wink and a nod - have long been in opposition to the later waves of colonists, the Federation of Intragalactic Settlers. The Federation talks as though it has always been the side of law and order, but that’s only true if you’re looking at it from the right angle, the light is perfect and you squint a bit.

Bottom line: If you live in Unity, you’ve got to pick a side. If you don’t, like it or not, a side will pick you.

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I N C O M I N G

secure transmission incoming. live stream initiated. recording.

“C’mon, man, where are you? Answer already…!”

The v-mail you’re watching reveals the dimly-lit figure of a twitching, anxious young… person. Physical identity only describable as “vague.” Their face isn’t visible - blacked out for security reasons, but the rest of their body provides little clue to who or what they are, as well. They’re clutching their arms, blinking and looking around nervously.

“A-Aequitas said you might be able to help me. Said you’ll know how to fix things. I’ve got money. Lots of it… j-just… just… I need help.”

There’s a loud noise - almost like an explosion, with a flicker of light behind the caller. You realize after a second that it’s thunder and lightening. There’s a storm outside.

“I got this data chip… It’s got… well, I don’t wanna talk about it here, but it’s… it’s important, okay? It needs to get to the right people, before anyone finds out it’s gone.”

Another loud noise, a little different than the first, but you chalk it up to thunder, again.

“I know this sounds weird, and I… yeah, I know it’s dangerous… but I swear I’m not a BTO, I’m just a regular cit who knows the Padre, that’s all…”

You sit up a little straighter - this person knows enough to be dangerous, at least. Sure, they could be a plant, but that is the latest turn of phrase…

“If you can help, I’ll be at the O.A.O. tonight, General and Pink, okay? I’ll be–”

Another loud bang - so loud you wince and flinch in sympathy.

transmission ended prematurely. code 404: stream not found

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C H A R A C T E R S

Because this is an established world (where games have been played before) please read the setting/background of this world onGoogle Docs before you create a character. Seriously. Read through the whole thing…there’s only like, 10 pages and there’s a lot of pictures and large headings.

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Hosted and narrated by: Felix (AFABulousBoy)

Started 09/13/17. Scenes played: 4

License: Host License