Edge | Heart | Iron | Shadow | Wits | Fire |
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+1 | +3 | +2 | +1 | +2 | +0 |
Momentum | Conditions | Symbiote | Valhalla |
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Momentum: +1 Max +10, Reset +2 | Health: +5, Spirit: +5, Supply: +5 | Health: +2 | Integrity: +5 |
We're starting with the Kuar Sector previously generated by Enoch, but as this is a separate solo game, it requires that I redo step #9.
STEP 9: CREATE A LOCAL CONNECTION
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Name: Kara Brazos
Location: Burrow
Role: (Daughter of Kaela; ward of her father, Colemin, the rancher)
Role: Budding xenobiologist
Rank: Dangerous
Look: Curly-haired early-teen
Goal: "Protect a Lifeform": See the galaxy and tame the xenobeasts
Character Aspect: "wild and stormy": Impulsive; Precocious; Intelligent
Prologue Floating in the void, Valhalla drifts along its route on auto-pilot. Inside, traditional music plays, filling the empty rooms and corridors with thumping rhythm and pulsing pipes of Exodus ancestors. Kaera, known as Valkyrie in her trade as a Warden of the space routes, wipes her forehead and exhales, looking up from where she is scrubbing incessantly at the massive red-green bloodstain on the floor of her cargo bay.
"Muninn, remind me next time, never slay a grundolak inside the ship," she states in frustration.
"Yes, mistress," replies the smooth tones of the automated computer. "Would you like me to engage the automated pressure wash?"
She sits on her knees, staring at the crust on the metal flooring. "No," she replies after a long moment. "I'll come back finish it. Don't worry." She tosses her scrub brush in the bucket and rises to her feet, stretching her shoulders by pulling each elbow across her chest, then heads towards the door. Need something to do, anyway.
Passing down the dull gray plasteel hallway, she drops into the padded command chair in front of the screens in her quarters, the spartan bunk made-up behind her. She picks up a handful of sheets of faded, colored paper off the console. Her face softens, eyes sad, as she looks over the inked drawings. Stick figures, mishappen animals. She cycles through the stack, careful with the fraying edges of the paper, looking at each one. I still can't tell if that's a cow or a dog. She smiles.
"Muninn, establish videolink with Burrow, home of Colemin."
"Indeed, mistress. It has been 23 Sols since your last successful connection, we should be still within range for direct protocols as long as we're still here at sub-light speed."
"I don't need you to tell me how long," she retorts, frowning. "Just try them again."
The screen beeps non-committally, two blue squares circling each other as it waits. Kaera fidgets in her chair, putting down the stack of drawings, picking them back up again. The screen comes into focus, a room appearing.
"Kara? Kara are you there?" she asks the screen, pushing her hair back behind her ear nervously. A young teen with a mop of curly dark hair the same shade walks in from the side.
"Oh... hey mom," the girl says smiling politely. "We're busy in the barn. Mountain Quagga. Can you believe Mountain Quagga? Dad got some genetic stock and we're breeding them - they should do great in the thin air here."
"That's good honey... I'm so glad to reach you. How's school? How's..."
"Mom? Mom. They're giving birth. I mean, I can't stay now. I'm so sorry. I get to help. I'll... I'll just talk to you next time, okay?"
"Wait..." Kaera says, but the screen goes dark. "Yeah, next time," she says faintly. A lick of flame sprouts spontaneously on the edge of the colored paper of the drawing in her hand. In a moment of panic, she pats it out, blowing off the ash and then putting the whole stack of drawings safely back onto the console.
She shoves herself back from the console and storms from the room, heading across the hallway and into an empty chamber, a plain steel box with soot-limned scorch patterns on all the walls. "Muninn, close the door and enable training routine Sōwilō." She draws her katana in a smooth motion, a thumping rhythm filling the room. A recognition of the rhythm comforts her mind, as well as that of the symbiote within her, who begins scrolling historical records about the sword kata from the Etta database across her ocular implant.
The door closes and the room dims. Kaera screams at the top of her lungs, a raging inferno bursting out from her to add new scorch marks to the walls, then she begins the smooth movements of her sword forms in rhythm to the blaring music.