I have closed the poll and will move forward with a single core. No real updates yet except that I’ve been hard at work writing and crafting. Here is the prologue that will hopefully provide an enticing hook for everyone.
Before I release all of it, I’ll post the first chapters for each side. Since all of this is meant to be read before starting the campaign, I feel that it’s ok to share and won’t really spoil anything. Hope you enjoy and please leave feedback (positive or negative). Also apologies for the formatting. The forums got really angry with me when i tried to indent. I promise it’s formatted properly on the documents.
PROLOGUE: Four-Armed Butterfly
Somewhere in the Asteroid Belt – Unclassified Asteroid
The asteroid loomed over the approaching craft. Perched floodlights shone like flashlights in a dark room; the ship’s angular sails cast sprawling shadows as light spilled over the craters marking the surface.
“Gimme a reading, Jamey.”
The clone pilot utilized his four arms to operate various controls, monitors and lights blinking and beeping in response. The C-HUD flashed:
– SCAN COMPLETE –
WATER + METAL + CARBONACEOUS COMPOUNDS
“Oh, we hit the jackpot, baby!” He leaned forward and kissed the large monitor facing him. Jamey replied with a painless static shock.
The orientation pamphlets advertised an early release program for particularly proficient clones and explained how one could earn their freedom sooner by tagging enough asteroids rich with raw materials. The unspoken policy indentured particularly adept pilots longer, employing sophisticated methods of persuasion to stretch out a clone’s mileage whenever it would run low. A long time would pass before he would realize that his celebration was premature.
Gull-wing doors opened on the outside of the ship as a lengthening manipulator arm slowly pushed out a large set of rockets. The pods were attached with a buckyweave expandable tether, and Jemison Astronautics Mining and Exploration adorned the side of each fin.
The pilot had swiveled around to use a small screen display about knee height. One arms angled behind him to operate a joystick that maneuvered the pods around the asteroid. When they arrived at their D-POCs, large anchors drilled into the crust. The process took several hours, and as the anchor drills were finishing, a holodisplay activated a message for new RAND delivery coordinates.
Preoccupied with the hollow prospects of leaving vac, he absentmindedly reached across with a free arm to hit ACCEPT. He had failed to notice the red warning text:
WARNING – INHABITED
BISSON NODE - POP. APPROX 1,200
Content with the day’s work, the pilot reached all four arms behind his head and sighed, relaxing in his chair.