Dark Future Meme

[notyourchauffeur]

Ten years later, humanity and the synthetic life on the station are at odds
Hypatia has inducted as many citizens of Sacrosanct into a private military and launched
an all-out war against organic life and the people of Asphodel.
Some were kept on the station as captives, some escaped down planet-side
to become part of the resistance, and countless others were re-purposed into
Hypatia's willing slaves.

Now, tensions are at a peak and both sides are preparing for a throwdown. Skirmishes break out on the station and planet. Many of Hypatia's prisoners have been freed, but many more have fallen to the clutches of reprogramming.

Where will you be?


How this works:
-If you are synthetic or part-synthetic, OR if you have special armor (Looking at you, Spartans, Troncast, EVERY ROBOT EVER) you are a target for re-purpose.
You can still have escaped down to the planet, but she'll be after you. Going to the station is dangerous, once you enter her wide-area-network you are at risk of being hacked

-If you are fully organic, you are either dead, kept prisoner and made to work on the station, or part of the resistance on Asphodel.

-Anything in-between? You decide. Be creative with this.

-Fill out the form below to give us an idea of what your character is up to, what happened to them etc. Thread with each other! RP it out!

-Also, bring in your extra journals! There won't be the same people on the station ten years from now! If you're planning to app someone, or just have something interesting lying around, toss them in!

<B>Name:</B> (Derp or Derpina.) <B>Current location:</B> (Where are they? Sacrosanct? Asphodel?) <B>Current Physical Appearance:</B> (What do they look like now? ) <B>Summary:</B> (Tell us the story. How did they get to this point? What happened to them? What are they like?

Comments

[knowsjulesverne]

Name: Sam Flynn
Current location: Sacrosanct
Current Physical Appearance: Oh jeez. Sam's a mess now physically. He should have learned early not to run headfirst into dangerous situations, but hey he's Sam. He's got too many scars to count from far too many close calls, one of which runs deep into his hairline on one side where death brushed far too close. Otherwise, he's likely a little more burly due to needing less speed and more strength.
Summary: Well. Sam's never been one to sit back and let someone else fight. So, of course, he got himself in trouble right off the bat, didn't learn, got in trouble again. Soon enough, he brushed far too close to death to be comfortable, but didn't leave the resistance. Still fighting, no matter what. Also very likely protecting his family like a crazy guard dog.

[autodidacticrobogirl]

"Sam Flynn."

A voice from a duct as he passes it. Maybe it's familiar by now, maybe it's something Sam's forgotten. Kim can't keep track of the psychosis spectrums in everyone left. She's too busy with her own concerns.

But she does remember the value of commerce and, where she's confined to the dark and hidden places, the value of fresh greens and freerunning information. In the vent Kim is a shadowy figure, a low and lumpy silhouette where her cyborg eye glows— one blue and whirling, one a black pit set too deep in a face made grey and vague by the lack of light. But she won't come any closer where he could potentially get at her, not within half-again an arm's reach of the light.


"I have a new one for you. If you've got something to trade."

No free lunches. No handouts. Maybe he'll slide something in to her. Maybe she'll slide something out.

Maybe not.

But she thinks they've done this dance before; memory is a tricky thing. But Kim does know that the weapon she's made hasn't been made here before and so she's never given one to Sam before. But he's safe to be given weapons by another token; no son of Flynn would do else but cleave to the resistance.