The Starsoul
From Create Your Own Story
A mining colony, 6.8 lightyears from Earth:
You step out of the shuttle tentatively. The durable sole of your boot lands and balances on the cracked asphalt of Quetzalcoatl. Planetfall is never more poignant than the first moment you, yourself, touch a new world. It might be immaturity or naivate, but you tend to savor the moment with each new planet Captain Koessler brings you too. You exhale and savor this moment of newness and infinite possibility.
Also, you hope Quetzalcoatl doesn't have those giant rooster aliens. You can't remember what they're called, but you have had quite enough of them. The less said about it the better.
An impatient grunt from behind you reminds you that you are still standing in the hatchway, and your fellow salvagers are now bottlenecked behind you. They don't seem to share your amazement at this useless rock of a planet. You step forward out of the way, somewhat embarrassed. A few of the them scoff at you but most of the two dozen crewmembers of The Raven ignore you as they pile out of the ship with their scanning equipment and drills. The Captain and his senior officers are already at work mapping out the abandoned ruins and assigning exploration missions. There seem to be two main groups forming. You step closer, and hear Captain Koessler addressing everyone.
Captain Koessler is a burly beast of a man. He definitely scares you.
"All right kids." he intones gruffly. "What we've got here is yer standard post-cataclysm Grav-Rock settlement. We're still working on getting into their computers, see if we can't find out what happened here," his eyes narrow, momentarily displaying a concerned grimace. It immediately turns into an almost maniacal smile. "In the meantime, I'm sure there's plenty'a good shit right here. Check your HUDs for your orders and lets get to work. Stay frosty and keep your radios on. We'll be in touch as soon as we finish mapping out these ruins."
Just as the captain says, your orders have been transferred to the HUD device in your goggles. You read them and smile, you have been placed in just the group you wanted.
Report to Engineer Malcolm, because you're a sick-nasty tech specialist.
Report to Weapon-Master Gednorrion, because you came here to chew bubblegum and kick ass.
Report to Big Zack, so you can start getting some damn treasure.
