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The Demon Fanatic
- Group
- Dice
Hey, you. You might want to wake up now. You don't have much time.
Your eyes flutter open, revealing a mostly blurred view of your surroundings. A few more blinks helped to clear your vision, and would allow you to see that you were inside someone's small personal quarters. You were laying on your side on the floor, just at the foot of a wall mounted sink. You could hear a series of loud clangs nearby. Metal smacking hard against metal. Someone was beating on the door to the room you were in, and from the sound of things, they weren't happy.
Get up. Carefully. You took a nasty blow to the head. You did what you could to fix the damage, like I instructed, but passed out afterwards. You have some temporary memory loss, but you should be good for now while things heal.
You roll over onto your back, your hand reaching up to clutch the side of your head. A dull, throbbing pain coursed through your skull. What hit you? A brick? You carefully look around, taking note of things about the cabin. A small cot, clad in green sheets which hung off the side haphazardly. A few shelves on the walls to your left above the cot, with various trinkets and personal items sitting on them. There was a blood trail leading away from you, across the metal floor to the narrow door. It was likely your own blood. A long, dull yellow fluorescent tube bulb was fitted to the ceiling, long past needing replacement. At least it was providing SOME light to the room. A small TV sat at the foot of the cot on an end table, atop a video cassette player. A single word sat on the black screen in the top left corner. 'STOP'. Whoever was here before you must have been watching a movie and simply paused it.
You shake your head, before reaching up and grabbing onto the corner of the metal sink. With a tug, you pull yourself up to your feet. The water was running in the sink, which had blood stains and bits of gauze, threading, and a used needle. A bloody towel hung off the side of it, at risk of falling onto the floor. It seemed as though you did manage to fix your injury.
You rub the side of your head, eventually finding a row of stitches along the back of your head. A job well done. Eventually, you force yourself to look into the mirror. There was enough light that you could see your reflection, though the mirror did need a little cleaning.
Do you remember who you are? Where you're from?
1. "My name is Scott."
2. "My name is Felicia."
A. "I'm from the planet Cordia, in the Commonwealth. I'm a technician." (Grants Technical/Electronics Skillset, Basic Weapons Knowledge)
B. "I'm from the planet Sieliv, in the Union. I'm an engineer." (Grants Mechanical Skillset, Basic Weapons Knowledge)
C. "I'm from the planet Cozeron, in the Imperium. I'm a soldier." (Grants Survival Skillset, Advanced Weapons Knowledge)
Your eyes flutter open, revealing a mostly blurred view of your surroundings. A few more blinks helped to clear your vision, and would allow you to see that you were inside someone's small personal quarters. You were laying on your side on the floor, just at the foot of a wall mounted sink. You could hear a series of loud clangs nearby. Metal smacking hard against metal. Someone was beating on the door to the room you were in, and from the sound of things, they weren't happy.
Get up. Carefully. You took a nasty blow to the head. You did what you could to fix the damage, like I instructed, but passed out afterwards. You have some temporary memory loss, but you should be good for now while things heal.
You roll over onto your back, your hand reaching up to clutch the side of your head. A dull, throbbing pain coursed through your skull. What hit you? A brick? You carefully look around, taking note of things about the cabin. A small cot, clad in green sheets which hung off the side haphazardly. A few shelves on the walls to your left above the cot, with various trinkets and personal items sitting on them. There was a blood trail leading away from you, across the metal floor to the narrow door. It was likely your own blood. A long, dull yellow fluorescent tube bulb was fitted to the ceiling, long past needing replacement. At least it was providing SOME light to the room. A small TV sat at the foot of the cot on an end table, atop a video cassette player. A single word sat on the black screen in the top left corner. 'STOP'. Whoever was here before you must have been watching a movie and simply paused it.
You shake your head, before reaching up and grabbing onto the corner of the metal sink. With a tug, you pull yourself up to your feet. The water was running in the sink, which had blood stains and bits of gauze, threading, and a used needle. A bloody towel hung off the side of it, at risk of falling onto the floor. It seemed as though you did manage to fix your injury.
You rub the side of your head, eventually finding a row of stitches along the back of your head. A job well done. Eventually, you force yourself to look into the mirror. There was enough light that you could see your reflection, though the mirror did need a little cleaning.
Do you remember who you are? Where you're from?
1. "My name is Scott."
2. "My name is Felicia."
A. "I'm from the planet Cordia, in the Commonwealth. I'm a technician." (Grants Technical/Electronics Skillset, Basic Weapons Knowledge)
The Commonwealth of Free Worlds, commonly known as simply the Commonwealth, is a union of independent star systems and planets. Each features their own unique governments, ranging from democratic republics to corporate conglomerates to classical monarchies, but all share a common economic system: Capitalism. They also share a common goal: the spread of 'true freedom' and capitalism throughout the galaxy, and the downfall of both of its rival factions. The Commonwealth finds its governmental capital on the core world of Asoria, a garden world which most also consider among the wealthiest in the Commonwealth due to its ideal location and ownership of larger material production worlds nearby.
B. "I'm from the planet Sieliv, in the Union. I'm an engineer." (Grants Mechanical Skillset, Basic Weapons Knowledge)
The Union of Xistrovian Socialist Systems (known more commonly as the Union) is a collective of socialist star systems and worlds, which were formerly part of the Commonwealth until their rebellion over one millennia ago. Each world features a socialist government based off the governmental model of its ideological origin world, Xistrov, which instigated and lead the revolution against the Commonwealth. Collective goal is to achieve a communist utopia that spans the galaxy (and potentially the universe), and to free neighboring worlds from the clutches of the money hungry Commonwealth and tyrannical vice-grip of the Kamoran Imperium.
C. "I'm from the planet Cozeron, in the Imperium. I'm a soldier." (Grants Survival Skillset, Advanced Weapons Knowledge)
The Kamoran Imperium, known simply as the Imperium, is a vast interstellar empire comprised of several hundred systems and planets ruled from the core world of Kamora. Originally a more democratic government, the democracy slowly eroded over the years and shifted into an autocracy due to varying crises that appeared born from the Imperium's rapid expansion into space and the death of its true origin world (Etheron) from man-made destructive environmental changes. Eventually, a civil war would erupt and, after a devastating loss, result in the birth of the Commonwealth. The Imperium would see a major shift in rule after this major loss of territory and life, resulting in a more hardline approach to governance. The Imperial family would involve themselves more directly in the running of the empire, pushing to strengthen the unity of its people and direct them toward securing a brighter future for themselves and the empire as a whole in the face of a universe that 'sought their division and destruction'. The Imperium's goals are expansion and growth, self-improvement and unity using any means necessary, and to regain their lost territory (the Commonwealth and the Union.)
