Dragonnova
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https://stararmy.com/roleplay-forum/index.php?threads/openrp-survival-thread-gooo.16362/ ((Ooc thread, check here for (crude) map!))
Not everyone in Malaise could live on Purgatory. For a planet whose main city still was being built, life could be rather harsh. The black market thrived down planetside, and not one of the towns outside of the metropolis Half Empty was free from its influence. Although the local law enforcement came down hard on violence within the city limits, it was still very much a frontier system and planet.
Colonization of the other terrestrial worlds was painfully slow in progress. However, those seeking a bit of a more controlled environment, away from the constant snow and ice down planetside, A couple controlled habitats were erected on nearby moons, both for stations and mining purposes. But even then, a few labs found their way to the largest moon, Viceroy. Although the naming confused many, some saw it as a way to get a chance at a quieter life.
In one such lab, Simply named 'Restoration' was a government owned lab, said to research medicine and biology. Though no one was sure what that exactly meant, and no one was telling, as the Non Disclosure Agreement was rather brutal to anyone that might think about blabbing. (Up to and including "Indentured Servitude") Nonetheless, maintaining the lab and working there paid well, and healthcare was said to be excellent. Many employees lived on the premises themselves, as cheap housing on the moon was somewhat scarce.
Today was a different day, for the men and women of Restoration. Indeed, it seemed normal, the employees that had just finished their shifts or had time off, milling about the so called 'urban' wing, where beds, kitchens, medical facilities, and even a rec room resided. The beds were rather military in style. Minimalist, but each were tucked away in nooks, short walls without doors seperating the bunks. The kitchen had its own meals, but also a local fast food within. The medbay was impressive with its high technology that employees got to enjoy as part of their benefits, and the rec room had a large tv, a holodeck, and even an old fashioned pool table, much to the amusement of employees.
However, as everyone went about their business everyone began to hear a buzzing. Not very loud, but it seemed to come from within their own heads. Insistant. Annoying, but not so much that a bit of focus could ignore it. Seconds later, before anyone could really ask what was going on, an ear splitting screech sounded inside that overwhelmed the senses, and caused everyone to black out, falling where they stood or sat.
Slowly, but surely, people started coming to in the Urban wing. There were buzzing alarms blaring... Those who recalled their safety briefings remembered there was a couple security areas they were supposed to go in case of an accident, but they were not in the wing. Not to mention, the lights indicated both a fire hazard, and a "chemical danger" as well. The ringing had stopped, but the light buzzing in people's heads were still there...
...along with a sense of dread that something had gone very, very wrong.
Not everyone in Malaise could live on Purgatory. For a planet whose main city still was being built, life could be rather harsh. The black market thrived down planetside, and not one of the towns outside of the metropolis Half Empty was free from its influence. Although the local law enforcement came down hard on violence within the city limits, it was still very much a frontier system and planet.
Colonization of the other terrestrial worlds was painfully slow in progress. However, those seeking a bit of a more controlled environment, away from the constant snow and ice down planetside, A couple controlled habitats were erected on nearby moons, both for stations and mining purposes. But even then, a few labs found their way to the largest moon, Viceroy. Although the naming confused many, some saw it as a way to get a chance at a quieter life.
In one such lab, Simply named 'Restoration' was a government owned lab, said to research medicine and biology. Though no one was sure what that exactly meant, and no one was telling, as the Non Disclosure Agreement was rather brutal to anyone that might think about blabbing. (Up to and including "Indentured Servitude") Nonetheless, maintaining the lab and working there paid well, and healthcare was said to be excellent. Many employees lived on the premises themselves, as cheap housing on the moon was somewhat scarce.
Today was a different day, for the men and women of Restoration. Indeed, it seemed normal, the employees that had just finished their shifts or had time off, milling about the so called 'urban' wing, where beds, kitchens, medical facilities, and even a rec room resided. The beds were rather military in style. Minimalist, but each were tucked away in nooks, short walls without doors seperating the bunks. The kitchen had its own meals, but also a local fast food within. The medbay was impressive with its high technology that employees got to enjoy as part of their benefits, and the rec room had a large tv, a holodeck, and even an old fashioned pool table, much to the amusement of employees.
However, as everyone went about their business everyone began to hear a buzzing. Not very loud, but it seemed to come from within their own heads. Insistant. Annoying, but not so much that a bit of focus could ignore it. Seconds later, before anyone could really ask what was going on, an ear splitting screech sounded inside that overwhelmed the senses, and caused everyone to black out, falling where they stood or sat.
Slowly, but surely, people started coming to in the Urban wing. There were buzzing alarms blaring... Those who recalled their safety briefings remembered there was a couple security areas they were supposed to go in case of an accident, but they were not in the wing. Not to mention, the lights indicated both a fire hazard, and a "chemical danger" as well. The ringing had stopped, but the light buzzing in people's heads were still there...
...along with a sense of dread that something had gone very, very wrong.
