It's the year 4003, 3 years after the foundation of The Hundred Emperors - the ultimate galactic project meant to upkeep balance, peace and justice across the Milky Way.
The galaxy's finest soldiers, researchers, psychics, mages, AIs, deities, mutants, cyborgs and space adventurers all make up this most elite circle of peacekeepers, and the barrier to entry is extremely high. And yet, you somehow made it in, be it through openly defeating another Emperor, silently assassinating them, or just stealing a vacant slot at the right time after someone else tragically died or went missing without your involvement.
Whatever the case, you find yourself confused by the interior of this spaceship as you wake up...or resume out of suspend mode, as it just might happen to be. You don't recall this being where you went to sleep last time. It's quite pretty in here however, with smooth, white polygonal surfaces with cobalt blue details and only an occasional cable or pipe sticking out of the wall, and holoscreens everywhere. Must be one of those next-gen designer ships that cost an arm and a leg without actually being that much more functional than your average shuttle...
Either way, your observation of this room is interrupted as the only door to the room slides open and a floatdrone enters, quickly hovering in your direction. It looks harmless, and after what seems to be scanning you with its wide open, orange eye in the front, it begins to speak to you, in a cheerful female voice.
Still slightly confused by your current situation, it seems sensible to give Vila an answer -
Do you hail from a homeworld, a remote colony, or were you born in space? Are you even a biological being at all? An AI in a robotic body, maybe?
If you are not a robot, what species are you? A human (not necessarily an Earth-born one), another humanoid-type, or someone of a more exotic posture?
What's your...profession? Are you a former super soldier with a killcount in the hundreds, and the most deadly top-end weaponry that money can buy? Or maybe a psychic who can bend others' minds like nobody's business? A space wizard? A scientist? A gross but deadly mutant? Or maybe just a space adventurer, with just your bog-standard plasma gun and a handful of thunder-nades, but outstanding wit and agility?
Or maybe somebody else entirely? A galaxy-class wrestler champion? A CEO of a guns manufacturing company? A queen in a charge of a hivemind swarm?
You sure as hell can't be some nobody if you managed to make it into the elite that is The Hundred Emperors, that much is certain.
Last but not least, how did you...become an Emperor?
Did you openly challenge somebody else and slay them in a glorious and bloody duel, broadcast by all the major news outlets in the galaxy?
Or did you...go about things a bit more silently, away from the eyes of the public? A hired assassin, or yourself?
Or maybe you just happened to be a lucky bastard at the right place at the right time, sneakily snatching the free spot after another Emperor was declared dead or missing in circumstances you had no part of?
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Topic: [SG] The Hundred Emperors - Galactic badassery and political shenanigans. (Read 870 times)