Station - Atys.
A private outpost on the edge of the explored universe orbiting a lone quasar. No man's land, untouched and unclaimed by any country, any coalition, any soul at all - save for the few lucky enough to be chosen by Tyche's hand. The company itself is secretive. It does not seem to be doing the bidding of a government, but instead is pushing the boundaries of space exploration for its own personal ideals. Perhaps it simply felt the neighborhood of Earth too crowded.
You arrive after a long stint in cryo. Perhaps you spent the entire trip in sleep, after which you'd wake up feeling groggy, disoriented, and nauseous. Perhaps you simply took it in shifts. This would help ease the sickness, a bit, but it also would wear heavy on your mind. Humans were not meant for perfect solitude. The blackness of space, the hum of the ion thruster -
And your thoughts.
Whatever the case, you're jolted up by a heavy clank, a hiss, and a voice over your ship's speaker.
"Link established. Welcome, traveler. Please remain clear of the hermetic vault while docking resolves."
More sounds. Thunks, cracks, and moans. Your tiny pod tips forward, a bit, then shudders, then comes to a stoic rest. Across from your sepulcher, the large, circular door's outer rim rotates. And rotates. And rotates.
Then stops.
The door swings inward, cool air rushing into your stagnant chamber. It smells, faintly. Dust. Mildew. Something - else, something fainty spiced and pungent, but barely there. You acclimate to the scent quickly as you step into the station proper. The area you're in is a long, thin hallway, walls lined with doors like the one you just stepped out of. Gravity here feels - off, slightly, as if something is tugging on your skin - but otherwise, it seems normal, just as your pod had. Perhaps you were one of the first to arrive. Perhaps you were the last. One by one, you all arrive all the same.
Its odd that you haven't met the rest of the crew you'll be working with until now. Odd that they had you all arrive separately, yet odder still that despite that, you all are here around the same exact time. Not worth thinking about, though. Better to get settled in your new home.
A private outpost on the edge of the explored universe orbiting a lone quasar. No man's land, untouched and unclaimed by any country, any coalition, any soul at all - save for the few lucky enough to be chosen by Tyche's hand. The company itself is secretive. It does not seem to be doing the bidding of a government, but instead is pushing the boundaries of space exploration for its own personal ideals. Perhaps it simply felt the neighborhood of Earth too crowded.
You arrive after a long stint in cryo. Perhaps you spent the entire trip in sleep, after which you'd wake up feeling groggy, disoriented, and nauseous. Perhaps you simply took it in shifts. This would help ease the sickness, a bit, but it also would wear heavy on your mind. Humans were not meant for perfect solitude. The blackness of space, the hum of the ion thruster -
And your thoughts.
Whatever the case, you're jolted up by a heavy clank, a hiss, and a voice over your ship's speaker.
"Link established. Welcome, traveler. Please remain clear of the hermetic vault while docking resolves."
More sounds. Thunks, cracks, and moans. Your tiny pod tips forward, a bit, then shudders, then comes to a stoic rest. Across from your sepulcher, the large, circular door's outer rim rotates. And rotates. And rotates.
Then stops.
The door swings inward, cool air rushing into your stagnant chamber. It smells, faintly. Dust. Mildew. Something - else, something fainty spiced and pungent, but barely there. You acclimate to the scent quickly as you step into the station proper. The area you're in is a long, thin hallway, walls lined with doors like the one you just stepped out of. Gravity here feels - off, slightly, as if something is tugging on your skin - but otherwise, it seems normal, just as your pod had. Perhaps you were one of the first to arrive. Perhaps you were the last. One by one, you all arrive all the same.
Its odd that you haven't met the rest of the crew you'll be working with until now. Odd that they had you all arrive separately, yet odder still that despite that, you all are here around the same exact time. Not worth thinking about, though. Better to get settled in your new home.
