SSB ANAR
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Nothing like the threat of violence to welcome you to a world of anarchy. You're in Reaper territory now, a loose collection of city states that are quickly gaining traction in the Far Reaches. It seems like every day another station declares itself a Reaper city, although whether it is drawn in by the promise of freedom and privacy or if it is inducted by terrorist violence, who can say? | Nothing like the threat of violence to welcome you to a world of anarchy. You're in Reaper territory now, a loose collection of city states that are quickly gaining traction in the Far Reaches. It seems like every day another station declares itself a Reaper city, although whether it is drawn in by the promise of freedom and privacy or if it is inducted by terrorist violence, who can say? | ||
| - | For a pilot such as yourself, Reaper territory is a gold mine. Sure, it's a gold mine rigged to explode at any moment, but for the boldest of unaffiliated fliers this country is freedom personified. If you can dodge the muggers, rapists, pirates, and terrorists, these cities are surprisingly homey. Art flourishes here, unburdened by corporate shackles or Alphenian zealotry, and music flows out of every corner. Anything and everyone is for sale if you know where to look, who to ask, and most importantly, how to keep your mouth shut. | + | For a pilot such as yourself, Reaper territory is a gold mine. Sure, it's a gold mine rigged to explode at any moment, but for the boldest of unaffiliated fliers this country is freedom personified. If you can dodge the muggers, rapists, pirates, and terrorists, these cities are surprisingly homey. Art flourishes here, unburdened by corporate shackles or Alphenian zealotry, and music flows out of every corner. Anything and everyone is for sale if you know where to look, who to ask, and most importantly, how to keep your mouth shut. The most important thing is to not get lost in it all, lest you end up for sale yourself. |
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| + | "Got it?" | ||
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| + | "Got it." You power down all weapons, which is technically a formality in most station's airspaces, but this isn't like most airspaces. Best to show them you're willing to play along. Still, you feed some of that extra power into your engines just in case things get ugly. | ||
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| + | Apparently this is answer enough for the controller, who chortles slightly to himself. "So kid, what can we do you for?" | ||
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| + | "This is... | ||
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| + | *[[SSB ANAR MALE|...Captain Corbin Atwood, and I'd like to dock." (MALE)]] | ||
| + | *[[SSB ANAR FEMA|...Captain Iris Chapman, and I'd like to dock." (FEMALE)]] | ||
| + | *[[SSB ANAR TRAP|...Captain Vera Travis, and I'd like to dock." (SHEMALE)]] | ||
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| + | [[Category: Space Station Bordello]] | ||
Current revision as of 07:22, 21 January 2017
Nothing like the threat of violence to welcome you to a world of anarchy. You're in Reaper territory now, a loose collection of city states that are quickly gaining traction in the Far Reaches. It seems like every day another station declares itself a Reaper city, although whether it is drawn in by the promise of freedom and privacy or if it is inducted by terrorist violence, who can say?
For a pilot such as yourself, Reaper territory is a gold mine. Sure, it's a gold mine rigged to explode at any moment, but for the boldest of unaffiliated fliers this country is freedom personified. If you can dodge the muggers, rapists, pirates, and terrorists, these cities are surprisingly homey. Art flourishes here, unburdened by corporate shackles or Alphenian zealotry, and music flows out of every corner. Anything and everyone is for sale if you know where to look, who to ask, and most importantly, how to keep your mouth shut. The most important thing is to not get lost in it all, lest you end up for sale yourself.
"Got it?"
"Got it." You power down all weapons, which is technically a formality in most station's airspaces, but this isn't like most airspaces. Best to show them you're willing to play along. Still, you feed some of that extra power into your engines just in case things get ugly.
Apparently this is answer enough for the controller, who chortles slightly to himself. "So kid, what can we do you for?"
"This is...
