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<span class="mu-s">It is the year 0075 of the Universal Century. A half century has passed since the earth began moving its burgeoning population into gigantic orbiting space colonies. A new home for mankind, where people are born and raised… and die.</span>
<span class="mu-i">“We are the people of the universe. We have struggled to survive in a harsh environment, and new generations of colonists testify to our success. Now, when we gaze back at Earth, we see a sacred blue and green orb- the cradle of civilization and a sacred home that we must eternally preserve and protect . . .”</span>
-Zeon Zum Deikun, UC 0058
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16:15, 8 March, UC 0075
Flight space over Von Braun City, Luna (Earth Federation)
Cratered gray beneath a sea of stars, the pockmarked moonscape stretches as far as you can see, discolored patches of regolith reaching out to the horizon and beyond. Trails of color lead up from the surface here and there, blues and yellows and reds, faintly flaring engines far in the distance. Vessels of nearly every shape and size make their way too and from some unseen location far below you, a carefully choreographed dance of controlled flight paths. Kilometers away a trio of bright crimson beams streak across the black, a searing trail of light firing off into the cosmos, vast laser arrays helping to push cargo transports deep into space.
Luna.
A faint rumble sounds through the cabin, inciting a worried murmuring from the less experienced passengers, a few children calling out in surprise - but you know exactly what’s happening. The landing thrusters are taking over, guiding your bulbous craft toward a waiting airlock in the spaceport far below. Slowly, very slowly, the endless gray expanse vanishes as the commercial shuttle you’re aboard descends, the lip of a great crater rising up to block your view, jagged and harsh. You mover about in your seat and strain to get a better view of the surface far below. The angle is poor, but you can still see it.
Von Braun City .
A shimmering surface of glass and mirrored reflectors, polished steel beams and panels stretching from one edge of the great crater to the other, filling it up entirely. The city runs deep, many circular levels around a central axis driven far into Luna’s depths, a home for millions of souls. Beneath that shining surface are conventional skylines aglow with neon, twisting roadways and overpasses filled with rover cars, and endless walkways connecting towering apartment blocks and business offices. It is a vision of a future which has been lost to much of the earth sphere, a gleaming dream of life on other worlds which has nearly been forgotten in the rush to create the Sides and their endless rows of colony cylinders. Von Braun is the beating heart of industry and business in space, a home to many of the most powerful corporations in human history; giants like Anaheim, Monterrey, Yashima, and countless others.
<span class="mu-i">“We are the people of the universe. We have struggled to survive in a harsh environment, and new generations of colonists testify to our success. Now, when we gaze back at Earth, we see a sacred blue and green orb- the cradle of civilization and a sacred home that we must eternally preserve and protect . . .”</span>
-Zeon Zum Deikun, UC 0058
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16:15, 8 March, UC 0075
Flight space over Von Braun City, Luna (Earth Federation)
Cratered gray beneath a sea of stars, the pockmarked moonscape stretches as far as you can see, discolored patches of regolith reaching out to the horizon and beyond. Trails of color lead up from the surface here and there, blues and yellows and reds, faintly flaring engines far in the distance. Vessels of nearly every shape and size make their way too and from some unseen location far below you, a carefully choreographed dance of controlled flight paths. Kilometers away a trio of bright crimson beams streak across the black, a searing trail of light firing off into the cosmos, vast laser arrays helping to push cargo transports deep into space.
Luna.
A faint rumble sounds through the cabin, inciting a worried murmuring from the less experienced passengers, a few children calling out in surprise - but you know exactly what’s happening. The landing thrusters are taking over, guiding your bulbous craft toward a waiting airlock in the spaceport far below. Slowly, very slowly, the endless gray expanse vanishes as the commercial shuttle you’re aboard descends, the lip of a great crater rising up to block your view, jagged and harsh. You mover about in your seat and strain to get a better view of the surface far below. The angle is poor, but you can still see it.
Von Braun City .
A shimmering surface of glass and mirrored reflectors, polished steel beams and panels stretching from one edge of the great crater to the other, filling it up entirely. The city runs deep, many circular levels around a central axis driven far into Luna’s depths, a home for millions of souls. Beneath that shining surface are conventional skylines aglow with neon, twisting roadways and overpasses filled with rover cars, and endless walkways connecting towering apartment blocks and business offices. It is a vision of a future which has been lost to much of the earth sphere, a gleaming dream of life on other worlds which has nearly been forgotten in the rush to create the Sides and their endless rows of colony cylinders. Von Braun is the beating heart of industry and business in space, a home to many of the most powerful corporations in human history; giants like Anaheim, Monterrey, Yashima, and countless others.
