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ORBITAL BELT
Artificial rain rolled endlessly down the massive observation dome of Elysium Prime, turning the neon skyline into a blurred ocean of color above black chrome streets and towering vertical districts. Somewhere far beyond the station glass, Earth turned slowly beneath the Belt — scarred by storms, fractured coastlines, burning horizons, and the occasional flash of geothermal lightning crawling through cloud systems large enough to swallow entire regions.
Most people aboard the Belt tried not to look at it for too long.
The city around Hour breathed like a living machine.
Atmospheric vents hissed warm mist into crowded walkways while distant synth-jazz echoed through elevated transit rails suspended over endless layers of infrastructure. Humans in dark respirators walked beside elegant alien diplomats wearing pressure veils and breathing harnesses customized for foreign atmospheres. Corporate advertisements shimmered across the rain-soaked skyline overhead:
ATMOSPHERE IS LIFE.
REPORT SUSPICIOUS ACTIVITY.
TRUST THE BELT.
Security drones drifted silently through the artificial night while armored OCA officers monitored crowds from beneath glowing station signs. Somewhere deeper in the city, hidden below luxury towers and diplomatic sectors, people disappeared quietly every day.
And somewhere even deeper than that…
something else moved through the Belt.
A nearby transit display flickered as your station credentials finished processing through Elysium Prime’s immigration network. Your current classification, atmospheric compatibility, and residency status would determine how the station reacted to you moving forward.
Before beginning, establish your starting status aboard the Belt:
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■ SPECIES STATUS
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- Human
- Alien
- Hybrid / Mixed Origin
- Station-Born
- Earth-Born Survivor
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■ CURRENT SOCIAL STATUS
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- Upper-Class Corporate Citizen
- Licensed Detective
- OCA Officer
- PMC Contractor / Military Operative
- Smuggler / Black Market Runner
- Dock Worker / Civilian Laborer
- Underground Network Associate
- Journalist / Information Broker
- Political Staff / Diplomatic Attaché
- Drifter / Unregistered Resident
- Earth Refugee
- Independent Mercenary
- Atmospheric Technician
- Scientist / Research Personnel
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■ STARTING LOCATION
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1. THE HALO DISTRICT
Luxury towers, corporate elites, political corruption, expensive vice, hidden conspiracies, and artificial rain falling over skyline lounges.
2. THE UNDERDECK
Industrial infrastructure beneath the city. Smugglers, gangs, failing atmosphere systems, hidden safehouses, and people trying to survive.
3. THE VELVET RING
Entertainment district filled with clubs, alien narcotics, memory dens, private security, noir nightlife, and dangerous secrets.
4. OCA PRECINCT-19
A politically compromised police precinct struggling with disappearances, corruption, and impossible investigations.
5. BLACK DOCKS
Cargo terminals, illegal transit routes, underground deals, mercenary contracts, and off-record transport operations connected to Earth.
6. DIPLOMATIC SPINE
Neutral political sector filled with species ambassadors, espionage, hidden agendas, and heavily monitored negotiations.
7. ATMOSPHERIC SECTOR BLACK-19
A sealed maintenance sector officially abandoned fifteen years ago.
Recent weather logs suggest otherwise.
8. ARRIVAL TERMINAL VEGA-3
Fresh off transit from another station or Earth itself, carrying whatever secrets, debts, or survival instincts brought you here.
The Belt watches everyone eventually.
The only question is whether it intends to use you…
or erase you.
Most people aboard the Belt tried not to look at it for too long.
The city around Hour breathed like a living machine.
Atmospheric vents hissed warm mist into crowded walkways while distant synth-jazz echoed through elevated transit rails suspended over endless layers of infrastructure. Humans in dark respirators walked beside elegant alien diplomats wearing pressure veils and breathing harnesses customized for foreign atmospheres. Corporate advertisements shimmered across the rain-soaked skyline overhead:
ATMOSPHERE IS LIFE.
REPORT SUSPICIOUS ACTIVITY.
TRUST THE BELT.
Security drones drifted silently through the artificial night while armored OCA officers monitored crowds from beneath glowing station signs. Somewhere deeper in the city, hidden below luxury towers and diplomatic sectors, people disappeared quietly every day.
And somewhere even deeper than that…
something else moved through the Belt.
A nearby transit display flickered as your station credentials finished processing through Elysium Prime’s immigration network. Your current classification, atmospheric compatibility, and residency status would determine how the station reacted to you moving forward.
Before beginning, establish your starting status aboard the Belt:
━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━
■ SPECIES STATUS
━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━
- Human
- Alien
- Hybrid / Mixed Origin
- Station-Born
- Earth-Born Survivor
━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━
■ CURRENT SOCIAL STATUS
━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━
- Upper-Class Corporate Citizen
- Licensed Detective
- OCA Officer
- PMC Contractor / Military Operative
- Smuggler / Black Market Runner
- Dock Worker / Civilian Laborer
- Underground Network Associate
- Journalist / Information Broker
- Political Staff / Diplomatic Attaché
- Drifter / Unregistered Resident
- Earth Refugee
- Independent Mercenary
- Atmospheric Technician
- Scientist / Research Personnel
━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━
■ STARTING LOCATION
━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━
1. THE HALO DISTRICT
Luxury towers, corporate elites, political corruption, expensive vice, hidden conspiracies, and artificial rain falling over skyline lounges.
2. THE UNDERDECK
Industrial infrastructure beneath the city. Smugglers, gangs, failing atmosphere systems, hidden safehouses, and people trying to survive.
3. THE VELVET RING
Entertainment district filled with clubs, alien narcotics, memory dens, private security, noir nightlife, and dangerous secrets.
4. OCA PRECINCT-19
A politically compromised police precinct struggling with disappearances, corruption, and impossible investigations.
5. BLACK DOCKS
Cargo terminals, illegal transit routes, underground deals, mercenary contracts, and off-record transport operations connected to Earth.
6. DIPLOMATIC SPINE
Neutral political sector filled with species ambassadors, espionage, hidden agendas, and heavily monitored negotiations.
7. ATMOSPHERIC SECTOR BLACK-19
A sealed maintenance sector officially abandoned fifteen years ago.
Recent weather logs suggest otherwise.
8. ARRIVAL TERMINAL VEGA-3
Fresh off transit from another station or Earth itself, carrying whatever secrets, debts, or survival instincts brought you here.
The Belt watches everyone eventually.
The only question is whether it intends to use you…
or erase you.
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