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Your name is <span class="mu-s">Brutus</span> and you are the <span class="mu-i">last Hazaar alive</span>. How does it feel? Honestly? Pretty great.
Once you finished your <span class="mu-i">service</span> to your previous employer, one Starfire Shine of Starfire Industries, the largest and wealthiest Hazaar business in the HVS, you took the FTL capable shuttle into deep space and right into the galactic underground. Loaded with tactile gold, ten different crypto currencies, truRandom numerical sequences, expensive androgenized preservation hormones, and a few AI cores stolen from the Hegemony's (now very outdated) HVS stockpile; you had the ability to set yourself up for quite a bit of relaxation here, aboard the <span class="mu-s">Comfort Palace</span>.
It's an artificial country set up on a lifeless moon, in orbit around a dark exoplanet far away from any registered and patrolled region of space from the greater powers. Totally without any broadcast buoy or hyperspace signal, the only way to get here is through invitation- which includes its coordinates in deep space. Good thing the shuttle had one of those too.
Despite being off the grid, this place is home to the rich and powerful of many space fairing nations and galactic communities. Aristocrats, Consortium capitalists, wealthy pirates and space merchants, and even the occasional high-ranking Essal on some not-so-regulation shore leave have all found their way here. Despite being a lifeless, sunless moon; every climate and ecosystem is represented in one of the Palace's habitats branching off as flower-like petals off its main facility and space-dock; the Grand Casino. You know there is a freezing cold snow habitat and arboreal jungle, but as for you? You prefer the heat and tropical fake-beach of this habitat. You can listen to the sound of its artificial waves, all 800 million liquid units of simulated ocean and coral reef, and relax in the sun.
Your only real problem? Your money is starting to run out. But it's not enough of a problem to get you out of this chair.
Once you finished your <span class="mu-i">service</span> to your previous employer, one Starfire Shine of Starfire Industries, the largest and wealthiest Hazaar business in the HVS, you took the FTL capable shuttle into deep space and right into the galactic underground. Loaded with tactile gold, ten different crypto currencies, truRandom numerical sequences, expensive androgenized preservation hormones, and a few AI cores stolen from the Hegemony's (now very outdated) HVS stockpile; you had the ability to set yourself up for quite a bit of relaxation here, aboard the <span class="mu-s">Comfort Palace</span>.
It's an artificial country set up on a lifeless moon, in orbit around a dark exoplanet far away from any registered and patrolled region of space from the greater powers. Totally without any broadcast buoy or hyperspace signal, the only way to get here is through invitation- which includes its coordinates in deep space. Good thing the shuttle had one of those too.
Despite being off the grid, this place is home to the rich and powerful of many space fairing nations and galactic communities. Aristocrats, Consortium capitalists, wealthy pirates and space merchants, and even the occasional high-ranking Essal on some not-so-regulation shore leave have all found their way here. Despite being a lifeless, sunless moon; every climate and ecosystem is represented in one of the Palace's habitats branching off as flower-like petals off its main facility and space-dock; the Grand Casino. You know there is a freezing cold snow habitat and arboreal jungle, but as for you? You prefer the heat and tropical fake-beach of this habitat. You can listen to the sound of its artificial waves, all 800 million liquid units of simulated ocean and coral reef, and relax in the sun.
Your only real problem? Your money is starting to run out. But it's not enough of a problem to get you out of this chair.
