Alterntinty Playtest part Deux.
Alterntinty Playtest part Deux.
So, anybody who is anybody can tell you that a hard shuttle drop. In a makeshift seat. In the chest of a mech. Is going to be a bad time. The other guy has the steering wheel and you live in a world without hand controls.
Our band of merry murderhobos rode down in a drop ship. Meet an old friend from back home. Threw up in a cramped cockpit. They hid their mechs in a natural cave big enough for these 70 foot tall monstrosities.
After much climbing, computer use, a hacker battle between siblings. All put to an end with a hero point.
"The robot is mine, if you wanted one you should have bought one."
An invasion strategy is about to go down.
Giant robots, ore processing plants, trucks full of compressed gasses.
And 6 million people who call this egg shell around Barnard's Star home.
Things aren't all good. One of the domes has vented into space sometime in the recent past and their arrival is the top of the morning news.
It's about to get Irish. Space Irish that is.
So, anybody who is anybody can tell you that a hard shuttle drop. In a makeshift seat. In the chest of a mech. Is going to be a bad time. The other guy has the steering wheel and you live in a world without hand controls.
Our band of merry murderhobos rode down in a drop ship. Meet an old friend from back home. Threw up in a cramped cockpit. They hid their mechs in a natural cave big enough for these 70 foot tall monstrosities.
After much climbing, computer use, a hacker battle between siblings. All put to an end with a hero point.
"The robot is mine, if you wanted one you should have bought one."
An invasion strategy is about to go down.
Giant robots, ore processing plants, trucks full of compressed gasses.
And 6 million people who call this egg shell around Barnard's Star home.
Things aren't all good. One of the domes has vented into space sometime in the recent past and their arrival is the top of the morning news.
It's about to get Irish. Space Irish that is.
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