Jabonicus
Well-Known Member
In places such as Yamatai space, medicine and military has reached levels that lesser civilizations would see as godly. The ability to bring their soldiers back from the dead, to give back missing limbs and to make scars an aesthetic choice. Few, if any, Yamatai citizens go hungry within their borders.
But those borders mean something more than just an end to what Yamatai grips, its an end to the reach of their technology. The further you stray, the less influence you see. At a point, Yamatai is a word spoken of faintly, their wonders and almost magical abilities something spoken of with criticism, not out of disagreement, but out of disbelief. A place where people go hungry, the ships move slow, technology is bulky, and medicine is not the end all saving grace.
Here, small and petty factions squabble over small borders and resources, waging war constantly, content to fight rather than work together. Though forever behind Yamatai in any sense, conflict does breed progress, and sometimes that progress leaves some behind.
Purgatory was founded, an idealistic group based on humanitarian efforts and acts, seemingly uncomfortable, despite the wishes and wants of corporations and militaries alike. Operating out of hidden bases across their star cluster, Purgatory is under-funded, out-manned, and out-gunned. When they fight, it is not to win, it is to survive.
But all they fight for is the right they believe every man and woman deserves, the light in the pitch black darkness, the exit of the oppressive cave.
The right for a way out.
But those borders mean something more than just an end to what Yamatai grips, its an end to the reach of their technology. The further you stray, the less influence you see. At a point, Yamatai is a word spoken of faintly, their wonders and almost magical abilities something spoken of with criticism, not out of disagreement, but out of disbelief. A place where people go hungry, the ships move slow, technology is bulky, and medicine is not the end all saving grace.
Here, small and petty factions squabble over small borders and resources, waging war constantly, content to fight rather than work together. Though forever behind Yamatai in any sense, conflict does breed progress, and sometimes that progress leaves some behind.
Purgatory was founded, an idealistic group based on humanitarian efforts and acts, seemingly uncomfortable, despite the wishes and wants of corporations and militaries alike. Operating out of hidden bases across their star cluster, Purgatory is under-funded, out-manned, and out-gunned. When they fight, it is not to win, it is to survive.
But all they fight for is the right they believe every man and woman deserves, the light in the pitch black darkness, the exit of the oppressive cave.
The right for a way out.