Alright. In this game you are a fleet captain for the fictional United Factions Empire. Well, you would be, but all you have is a tiny clunker with about 3 inches of basic steel plating and a tiny machine gun mounted on top.
This is based in the universe of the Enders Game novels, although far far in the future from the ones yet out. Which is really damn far in the future. Still, it's good to keep that in mind.
The races in the faction are:
Humans
Piggies (Piglike mammals)
Buggers (insectoid aliens. Only queens are capable of much thought at all.)
Philotic AI's (AI birthed by the Matron Jane, who mysteriously left a few years ago. These AI are capable of taking a spaceship and ripping it from the universe, putting it anywhere else instantly.)
You are the admiral of a starship fleet, for the magnificent United Factions Empire. Your driving skills are imppeccable. Your voice, rich and chocolatey. You strike fear into the hearts of pirates everywhere, cleaning the stars with your very presence.
At least, that's what you tell yourself.
In reality your name is laughable at best. Admiral Ashatee Wiggin. Your ancestors were all great leaders, until a couple hundred years ago, when Errol Wiggin wet himself in a press confrence. It all went downhill from there.
Now it's just you and your snarky AI Hal aboard what would be called on water a rubber raft. It's propelled forward by a combustion engine, which at this point in history is alot like sticking your hand out and pushing your car that way. It may have been a steal at only a couple thousand Mints, but now your broke and Hal is laughing at you again.
"Hehehehehehe," is how he starts the conversation this morning as you sit down. In your hand is a mug of coffee saying '#1 pilot!' in bright orange text. You're wearing your bathrobe, not because it's the early morning, but because you simply do not have the money to buy new clothes. You sewed a pocket onto the robe and inside it you keep your life savings, about two Mints. For a frame of reference, a Mint is to people in 12056 as a penny was to people in the mid-50's. Not great, but not entirely tiny, either.
You're feeling apprehensive about today and you don't know why. Maybe this is the fabled Wiggin sense kicking in, the one that senses and draws in danger and opportunity. More likely however, is that you simply should not have eaten those Piggy-made Tacos last night.
(sun) New Solarus
-Yellow
-slightly larger than average
(Rocky Planet) Varis
-Hot
-inside greenzone
-small colonies
(rocky Planet) Desca
-No native life
-habitable
-Large cities
*Doula
*New Touscon
*Blackwatch
(gas giant) Douul
-Moons
*dega
+small colony
*asiis
+Cold
*Ouro
+Cold
+Nitrogen atmosphere
-Hydrgen
-Cold
None. Philotic AI required.
You
Hal (AI)(Non-Philotic)
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