“BUILT BY THE WESTERN ALLIES FOR ALL. MAY IT BE HOME TO THE CHILDREN OF THE STARS.” - Flora B. 2407 A.D (185 years before First Contact)
118 wards long and split in the middle like a root to enamel, The Tooth is the colloquial name for the heaving slice of civilization that orbits Jupiter: Citadel FL1. The Tooth is alight, like a bright nerve; a great metropolis of every swathe of humanity and other: buzzing fluorescents, dim yellowed alleys, the never ending stream of the ward taxis. A gleaming, filthy, city in a city in a city, strangled by corruption and rife with political tensions that threaten to burst the wards bloody with rebellion.
The Tooth occupies what was once part of humanities united frontier into space, a journey that was to be shared by all nations and people. War, plague and resource desperation corroded this dream until The Great Water War finally destroyed it, leaving Earth, and it’s claimed frontier, firmly and utterly in the hands of the Eastern National Empire. The Tooth now bows under the weight of the ENE’s authority, and by extension, it’s government sponsored food production companies, the Calorie Companies, who hold The Tooth’s agricultural market in an absolute monopoly. ENE surveillance hugs every corner of The Tooth’s neoned streets, hungry to find the enemies of the empire.
An encrypted message has appeared in your personal cyber:
[[ The White Wave, the oxygen bar in Ward 65, 23:00.I have a job, and you’ll want it.Take the front entrance, they are only monitoring the back.Ask for Moby. ]]
Your screen flickers, and the message is gone.
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