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Fly Me To The Moon

A lone black starship rolls through a particularly lightless area of space. It was a region that seemed to be completely devoid of stars, movement, anything.

For them, this was the perfect spot.

A man of sight would probably notice the symbol on the side of the vessel; a bleeding rose. The crimson rose was the emblem of Trifle, one of the Milky Way's most notorious gangs. Within the corridors of the massive ship the gun toting mobsters all gathered around their boss, who stood before the air lock, who stood before a well dressed man with a sack over his dome. The recesses of the ship where the air lock and men lie was a shady locking place, the sole light being the dull red glow from the red caution light above the large steel doors.

The well dressed man's shroud was lifted, and then, a new light blinked into existence. A lit cigarette. It belonged to the leader of Trifle that stood before him. From the flickering embers of the cig, the captive man could make out the pale, porcelain face of his captor; devoid of any imperfections, those cool blue eyes froze him in his tracks.

Or was it the chains around his legs that did that? He didn't know. Bound to the ground, he was forced to look up at the

"Look alive boy!" The blue eyed thug called out to his prisoner. He trembled just a bit. "You've been causing us a lot of trouble, you know that kid?" Slowly, calmly, he was pacing side to side. "I know, I know, 'it wasn't my fault!' you might be saying to yourself. And honestly, I believe ya, but honestly, I don't give a damn." The well dressed prisoner was terrified from the childlike expression of joy on the man's face. "The simple fact remains that you were the one that did it."

"It was the Godborn! They made me do it! They--"

The leader grabbed the man's face, now at eye level, he shoved his nose up against the prisoner's.

"I know, you told us that already, remember? And I appreciate it. But what did I just say? I. Don't. Give. A. Damn. Somebody has to answer for this egregious infraction against my men and I!" He pushed his head away, and stood back up."It might seem like the classic case of bad luck from down there, but the truth is kid, the script was already written from the moment you agreed to the job. Nobody diddlys with Trifle. Nobody diddlys with Alan Darkmare." One of the men pushed a button beside the air lock doors. There was the sound of pressure's release, and then a countdown began.

Five...

"Please! Don't!"

"The world runs of a system of give and take kid. You 'took' from us, we 'give' you a ride on the airlock train. That's how it works."

Four...

'Alan' and his men began their march to safety, a glass wall that shielded them from the vacuum of space. The prisoner was eying the glowing chains around his arms and legs. "Don't bother, an ion rifle could barely scratch those things. Just enjoy what time you have left." There was a faint hint of compassion deep in what he said.

Three...two...

"My family! I need to be there for them!"

"Arrangements have already been made. You're wife and little girl'll live like queens. Rest in peace Mister Mathis." Safely on the other side of the airlock room, the steel doors slid open. In a blink of an eyes the prisoner and his chains flew into the dark void of space.

A button was pressed, and the steel slid shut once again.

Some of you may remember Enter Galactic. An old, ambitious sci-fi roleplay full of giant robots and mad aliens I started under my old username. Well, I'm going to bring this baby back, but this time things are a little different...

See in the year 2027, Earth is run by the Global Conglomerate, and coalition of the nations created after WW3, and their ancient AI known as The Mother. The Mother was the thing responsible for our discovery of space travel, way back in 1937 when a man named Howard Carter discovered the beautiful girl. Back then, she was named Eve, just a humble interface of a crashed alien space craft. Today, she acts as Earth's mainframe, running through any and everything with an electric pulse. With The Mother, the GC has eyes just about everywhere in an effort to maintain order and safety.

Some people of course, aren't to fond of that.

Enter the new roaring twenties. Under the flags of the Three Families, a rebellious counter culture has appeared, inspired by the prohibition era gangs and mobsters of old they wage war against the GC in an effort to reclaim their freedom, and gain power.

The Three Families are Trifle, The Neo Triads, and The Watchdogs. Each gang is very different from the last, and over the years they've all bumped heads with each other.

Trifle is a band lead by a charismatic man that loves all that's beautiful in the world. They are a gang dedicated to dismantling the chrome abominations the GC has created and restoring them to their former beauty of old. Though the smallest in numbers out of the three gangs, they're unpredictability alone makes them a force to be reckoned with.

The Watchdogs are the newest of the Three Families. Many of the members are ex-military defected from The Global Conglomerate, dedicated to ending what they see as a corrupt institution. Wielding advanced military tech and refined combat tactics, the Watchdogs may be new, but they're incredibly dangerous.

The Neo Triads are by far the largest of the Families. Built upon the remains of the old Triad gangs, these new members are even more greedy and money hungry than their ancestors. Spreading far and wide in the Milky Way, if theirs profit in it, you can rest assured that the Triads are in it.

In addition to the Three Families, the Global Conglomerate also have another enemy to contend with. A race of subhumans called The Genetics. Dating back to the beginnings of the human race, there has a been a mutation in a few souls' genetic code that grants them magical abilities that defy the norm. The Genetics see their abilities as a a gift, a blessing from the Goddess, an ancient being that was said to be behind the birth of the Galaxy. From control of the elements, to psychic distortions, the Genetics' have always been feared by those without the gift, but their oppression has never been as strong as it has been today.

The GC hunts down Genetics, branding those caught and forcing them into military service. Those who are unfit, are executed on site. Many Genetics have fled to Titan, Saturn's largest moon, and created their own colony. To counter Genetic magic, the GC has developed an implant called the Mana Drive. A device that enables whomever is implanted with it to achieve super human feats similar to a Genetic's ability. Mana Drives are limited because of their restriction to only one specific ability.

Alright, so now that I've got the playing field laid out, let me tell you what's happening here.

So, it's the year 2027, and for the past few months, a new gang called The Godborn have appeared. A band composed of aliens and Genetics alike have begun attacking human colonies and shipments. Armed with the most advanced technology the galaxy has ever seen, the Godborn a posing a new threat to the race.

Naturally, a temporary alliance has been forged between the Families, and the Global Conglomerate in an effort to rid the galaxy of the Godborn. Our story opens up at the edge of the Galaxy, where the allied forces have cornered the Godborn flagship. Everything looks like it's going well. But you know that's not how it is.

This idea is still in the incubator, but with some work, and some interest from you guys, this could be something big. Let me know how you guys feel about this thing, and even offer suggestions. Thank you!

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