Post by Nepty on Jun 30, 2014 1:42:37 GMT
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The following are the messages retrived from the charred phone of one agent David Murk, at the time on patrol in the inner planetary belt, approx. 2 days travel from the Sun. His vessel was found blasted in space.
Come quick
Location:
Sending location: MaxSec8 Close Orbit Prison Facility
Receiving World: Earth-Mid Orbit Natural World
CC, Mars, mid orbit natural world, Dulsene, far orbit artificial world.
Sender: Agent Mark Halter
Recipient: Agent David Murk
Sending date: 345 PW
David
I hope that this message finds you in good health.
We have an issue on MaxSec8. You'll need to come here right now. We can't tell anybody else, the whole inner systems branch of the Agency might be compromised. Bring your dozen best tactical troops and your band. No one else. Keep it below twenty all told.
We need this done fast
-Mark
Re: Come quick
Sender: David Murk
Recipient: Mark Halter
I'm on my way. I have a tac team and three of my most trusted with me. Expect us soon.
Re:Re:Come quick
Sender: Mark Halter
Recepient: David Murk
Too late.
Re:Re:Re: Come quick
Sender: David Murke
Recepient: Mark Halter
What? Reply as soon as you are able.
Re:Re:Re:Re: Come quick
Sender: Mark Halter
Recepient: David Murk
We're very sorry about this, but your coworker was nosing where he shouldn't have. And I'm afraid we can't have your agency poking around here any longer. You might compromise our plans. It's nothing personal.
Glory to the Dragon.
-Tongue.
I.S.T.A.R is an upcoming game. I'll be working on it in my time in the states.
The setting is earth's solar system, an undefined amount of time in the future. Technology includes methods of traveling between the planets of this solar system in several days or weeks. Weaponry is relatively advanced beyond what we have already. Guns are the order of the day. Lasers are rather expensive.
The solar system isn't empty any more however. The existing worlds were terraformed, and other worlds were created using recycled asteroids, oort junk, dust motes and solar ejecta. These worlds are known as "Artificials" and are usually on a size of other world's moons. The natural worlds themselves are often so big that those born on false worlds have their breath stolen away at the size of them. Furthermore, steel stations exist within space, nearly the size of moons themselves...but they're no moons, they're space stations.
However, humanity has once again proven themselves unable to make peace with one another, and thus each world is usually a country of it's own. Plus it's hard to decide international boundaries when your countries orbit a star and cross one another's path frequently.
In any case, a unit, workingly named the "Agency" (I'm up for suggestions") is dedicated to protecting all of humanity. All of it. They can cross international boundaries, keep their own staff and hours and have powers exceeding that of most country leaders. In short, hard sci fi inquisitors.
But, one asks, if it's just us and our solar systems, are these agent just glorified Interpol?
Well it's not. It's not just us and our systems.
As it turns out, while we evolved on earth, other creatures did the same on their own worlds, but while we searched for worlds capable of supporting life as we know it, aliens existed in ways we never could have imagined. And they interacted, grew, and formed a society. However, we are not part of this society. Perhaps we are too alien, too emotional, too warlike or simply not advanced far enough. Nevertheless, aliens exist, and to them we are less than ants, and they, gods. They alone ply the stars themselves, while we scud about our solar system, they employ arcane and wonderful technologies while we remain killing one another with guns and knives and burning hydrogen. In short, we are simple, and they are inimical, unfathomable, and above all, alien.
And if they have such disdain for us, they have no respect for us, thus, the Agency exists. Not only to deal with drug rings, piracy or international crime, but to deal with the ultimate betrayal. Consortion with the evil that is the alien. Be it a group of farmers on Dulsene, worshipping an extrasolar entity for it's amusement in return for a fertile harvest, or a martian smuggler who wants to cut a deal for alien hypertech with an open-minded seller, they must be found, processed, and punished. Aliens vary, between the human-like Alphasians, all to willing to sell us the newest addictive substance, to the inimical Thearches, who take their amusement by pupeteering empires. We tried to understand them to make contact and make friends, but after so many faliures, we became bitter. A police-state now, we must guard ourselves. The simple truth of it is: Ignorance is bliss, and we as a race must maintain our self-quarantine and remain unknowing about the vast, terrible. wondrous galaxy beyond, lest it destroys us