Thread: Carnal Universe (PsionicCuttlefish & Queen Chaos)

In the far distant future, humanity lives among the stars in a fractured galaxy. The empire of humanity, once proud and mighty, subjugated entire star systems and species. Now, that empire lies in ruins. The far flung colonies scrape by meager existences while the previously downtrodden aliens spread throughout the stars, claiming the galaxy, fighting amongst themselves for galactic dominance. Reduced to the same level as the rest of the many species, humanity struggles to survive the harsh environments as the galaxy just like everyone else. However their is one downside to being human. Everyone remembers how they subjugated the other species and most of the aliens have some kind of enmity towards humans. There is also a second downside to being a female human. No-one is really sure how, but it was discovered that human females are not only remarkably resilient, but are also capable of breeding with the many aliens of the galaxy--and not only that, but human females are so unnaturally fertile to xeno-biological life that they always gestate large clutches of alien life at a highly accelerated rate. With the empire in ruins, their society barely hanging on, and not much of a government, being a human woman just got a whole lot more dangerous. The Ruthless Mercenary With the galaxy in turmoil over the collapse of the central human empire, war was raging all over the stars, and had been for several years now. It was a bloody riot of skirmishing factions, all pursuing their own agendas at the expense of everyone around them--and it only showed signs of intensifying. While war was awful for those just trying to survive due to the disruption of galactic society, war was also very good for the right kinds of business. And for Captain Cassandra, business had been very good indeed lately. Any faction that had money to pay but not manpower to spare was making the mercenary business boom across the galaxy. Though, with demand so high and thusly the various factions unable to be too picky about hiring, the number of low-quality mercenary outfits had exploded. Anyone with a ship, crew, guns, and more greed than sense was trying to jump on the opportunity--and now cheap, unsuccessful merc groups littered the spacelanes. This only made reputable mercenaries even more sought-after, and Captain Cassandra's reputation ensured that she was paid the good money, for the tough missions--because the rep was that she had never failed one. Presently, a splinter faction of the old human empire had hired Cassandra to investigate an outpost that had gone dark. They had apparently been researching top-secret advanced shielding technology...and while they didn't say it directly, the keen and perceptive Cassandra guessed from how her employers stressed its importance that it could be so advanced, that it might give a serious edge to any faction who successfully replicates it and keeps it out of the hands of others. Her employers were very clear that they must be the ones to get the data core containing the research information, and no one else, at any and all cost . Cassadra's ship was now in orbit around the planet of the outpost, with the outpost's coordinates locked on. Once Cassandra selected the crew she would take with her for the away-mission to retrieve the data core, she could take her personal dropship down to the surface...and do what she did best. Last edited Jun 12, 2018