powers_mods (powers_mods) wrote in powersooc, @ 2014-03-03 12:15:00 |
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Entry tags: | game premise, reference |
Let Me Tell You a Tale
This is the way that those who have time to tell stories tell it. The rest of us, well, we just live.
Several centuries ago and many galaxies away, there was a planet called Earth where the human race originally sprang up. But the Earth couldn’t handle the abuse her children heaped upon her. We were reckless with her. More wars than anyone could count coupled with slow and toxic attempts towards what we saw as progress. All the mining, the stripping of her resources, taking more than she could bear. She was slowly dying beneath our feet and wheels and buildings. The waves were bleeding. The atmosphere was burning. We had killed her, but it was thankfully a slow and crippling death.
Her final gift to us was time. We had enough time to get away. Strike out and make for distant galaxies and star systems and planets, which is exactly what we did.
We fly out into the black as fast as we possible could and most of us never looked back. Remembered in nothing but the stories and legends that told us about Earth that Was, a warning to never be that greedy again, a lesson we would surely forget.
It took more years and generations than anyone wants to think about, but we scraped out an existence for ourselves. At first it was rough and ramshackle and tossed together, but it served. Eventually it started to look something like an actual society. With society came class. It was narrowed down to those who had it and those who didn’t. The power players and the rest of us. Those who wanted to unite the scattered host of worlds for a general, “greater” purpose, what some might call greed, and those who just wanted to leave everything a little splintered and free.
War broke out against the factions. The Alliance was the winner, and it’s not hard to suss out what side they were on. The Alliance is dominated by an organization known as the Hellfire Club, which is comprised of those people with class that were mentioned previously. Their Inner Circle is the real power, no doubt about that, puppet masters pulling the strings. There was also the Pride lurking about up until years ago when tragedy befall those families. Before the fall they were in and out of everything without ever really being associated with anything. It was all damn spooky if you ask me. Little bit spookier now, though, what with all those guards hovering round their planet.
The losers on the other side of the coin mostly live in the Fringe worlds. Rebels without class most of them or people with class who just turned tail. Skirmishes still pop up now and then between the Alliance and those of who remain with those pesky things called ideals. Serenity-X is smack in the middle of it all although no one really acknowledges that any more. The war is over, after all. The little battles that pop up now and then are just the death rattles of something that ended decades ago.
The Alliance won. Space is a much more organized and orderly place, which doesn’t mean safe or boring. It didn’t even come with much loss of freedom. For the most part things continued the way they did before, but taxes are a bitch.
Mutants have existed for years arm in arm with the rest of the more mundane folk. We have legends and stories and shadowy figures. We’ve got heroes and smugglers and gamblers along with fancy Companions and everyday whores. Some of us have religion. English or Cantonese, it’s all the same. We know there’s other life out there with us, but we don’t see it all that often. Truth to tell the rumors about aliens aren’t nearly as scary as the ones they tell about the science asteroid that hovers around the Core.
But, hey, everyone loves a good conspiracy, don’t they?