Hot Dang, we are going to LaVenda!
Flying into Lewiston, once you get low enough, is difficult, captain. There is constant wind sheer through the valleys. You have to fly careful, as the wind will slam you into a mountain side faster than a card player tossing in a bad hand. Of course the town you want to get to, Porsen, is the very worse. So best we land in Ramsy territory on the Blue Diamond Lake there, and take the mule up the "road" to Porsen. I just hope the Ramsy and the Regina towns arent feuding any more. I hate dodging bullets that arent even meant for me.
The place looked like a pile of plastic containers, but it was home.
On the voyage from Earth-That-Was, most feuds were put to rest. But there’s some bad blood that can’t be healed with anything but payback. The Native American Indians managed to keep their communities together. While they were as glad as any when the terraforming began to take, they made it known to the Alliance that they expected payment for the land they lost nearly 1000 years ago.
"Cold beer and scantily clad dancing girls all surrounded by glass. Does it get any better?"
Rogers, Episode 2, 8, 12, and 13 of Into The Black.
It doesn’t look like much.
After looking at a shoddy looking town, "This is the bright spot of the galaxy?"
"Do you have to wear shades out here?"
"Thus my point is proven."
Chen Fong to Deiter - Episode 6 Into the Black Campaign
Houston is a very rare world. It once held life. Now it holds life again. That "once life" has given us a legacy that is leading to wealth for the colony.
"Well we can’t fix it, so we will just have to live with it," on a plaque dedicated to the terraforming team and first colonists.
We came in on low burn. There was a lot of glitter in the space. You could see all the scattered material. The nav sensor just turned red and blinked that "I’m broken" icon. We stopped . One of the Buoys floated by the windscreen. My brothers name was on that buoy.
In a universe always in need of habitable planets, Partas II had a good location, good resources, and the people about it had a "need". It just had one problem. It wasn’t generally habitable. A century ago, the Great Project was undertaken. A century from now, it will be complete. People will stand unaided upon its surface.
As long as nothing goes wrong.
Here am I, floating in a tin can, far above the moon, Planet Earth is blue, and there’s nothing I can doo.
A salvage and scrap yard of the UFP
Habitat colonies do not occur are habitable planets, but are only found on marginal planets, asteroids, and worlds with ruined ecosystems.
A fairly average world that happens to be the headquarter site of the Earth Alliance Space Probe Agency (EASPA)
A seemingly average industrial world that is the source of 1 out of every 4 guns in current use.
Home of the Krylastys. Visitors allowed in the neutral zone only.
For the Emperor! For Anna Purna! For the Tigers!
Motto of the 1st Anna Purna Legion, the White Tigers.
The small planet of XX has constantly puzzled astronomers who are unable to make any sense of its constantly shifting location on the cosmic charts.
Other less lofty minds pay this oddity no heed, choosing instead to focus on the search for more more promising worlds to colonise and tame.
But unknown to the race of men, a ferocious rival lurks in the black depths of space, constantly on the hunt….
A quiet little world, threatened by a war that had never touched it.
A magic speaking sword of great power-which is also a racist, obnoxious and unpleasent, so much so that those who carry it often *gag* the hilt of it, the taking part, with cloth to shut it up.