SSB CORP FEMA SCAN

From Create Your Own Story

"Good choice, captain." His voice goes numb again, and he says in a pace so quick you almost miss it, "Thank you for choosing Symbiosis Enterprise's, your number one provider of everything." Not very subtle, are they? "My name is Wolcott Burgess, if you have any questions or concerns please direct them to Symbiosis Enterprise's customer support on station 4529105. Symbiosis Enterprise's wishes you a great day."

The comm channel goes dead, and you pull into the main hanger. Your nav computer has been updated with the location of your landing pad, and you glide in with practiced ease. The landing pad locks your ship in place before descending to the belly of the station, depositing your ship in its own compartment several stories down from the surface of the hanger. When your ship is firmly in place, the elevator ascends to the surface again to pick up more landing spacecraft.

You remove your helmet and lean back with a sigh. For the past two weeks you've been confined to your ship's cockpit and living quarters, and though you wouldn't exactly call the artificial gravity of the space station "Solid ground," you realize that your legs will appreciate the space to stretch. You deposit your helmet in the chair and remove your flight suit before putting on your civilian clothes.

What do your clothes look like?

• Inconspicuous. Loose fitting slacks made of synthetic wool, a simple jumper with a dark leather jacket, and boots.
• Militaristic. The tight fitting, gray uniform of your home planet's militia, complete with a pair of black combat boots and gloves. A silver medal is pinned to your chest.
• Casual. Skinny jeans, a light purple V-neck, a knit beanie, and your classic Chucks.
• Business like. A dark pantsuit made from actual silk with a white blouse and shiny black flats.
• Revealing. A lowcut top with a short skirt, high heels, and no panties.