The boy stood in the center of the room on a dias, staring out at the vast worlds floating beyond. The woman in red entered, smiling when she saw him. "How are you, my son?"
The boy turned and smiled, "I am well, mother. I wanted to see them again."
She stepped up until she was on the platform next to him, taking his hand. "They are beautiful," she said with a while, then held up her hand, a small plant clinging to the soil. "Each of them was a ball of lifeless rock when we came here six thousand years ago. Now, they are each a thriving bastion of civilization. And one day, they will each be yours to rule."
The boy looked at the plant in her hand, "Why are you holding that plant, mother?" he asked, confused. "Isn't the gardening done by the servants?"
"It is. But this was a present from Lord Harna," she held it out to him to admire. It was green, and looked like many of the plants he knew. "It's a Lo'brek. It's a flower that is said to hear the whispers of the universe, and share those with anyone deemed worthy."
The boy brushed his fingers along the leaves, and pulled his hand back when he felt a sharp prick. "OW! Mother, it hurt me."
She merely smiled, "Quiet your mind, and let the plant talk to you."
The boy closed his eyes, and in his mind he began to hear. When he opened his eyes, he stared in amazement.
"You heard its whispers, didn't you? What did it tell you?" she asked gently.
"It only said one word, Mother. Terminus."
"Raise," the gruff human said as he tossed three pryms into the pile.
The enlongated, bulbous head of the alien across from him hisses, his way of chuckling, and he sets the cards on the table. "13."
The human man sighed, "Fuck." He watched the slimy hand gather up the money, and said, "I'm done for tonight."
The creature hissed again, "Tired of losing your money?" It tossed three pryms his way, "Here. For teaching me and amusing me."
He caught them and nodded, "No worries." He headed for the bar and used one of the pryms, setting it on the counter. "Something intoxicating to humans." The multi-limbed creature scooped up the prym in one of its tentacles and set a canister of blue liquid shot through with green. He popped the cap and started drinking, not stopping until it was empty, with a fair amount soaked into his clothes. With that he turned and headed for the door, stopping only long enough to retrieve his weapons.
Outside, it was raining again, with a fierce wind that swept up trash and debris along the way. Two females, one human and another of a species even he didn't know, were on the corner. The human wore a low cut outfit and had long leggings on, with long red hair and a warm, enticing smile. The other creature had four arms and six legs, with coverings over most of its body. The only way he was certain it was female was the holographic tag she wore, broadcasting her list of services in multiple languages. He was half tempted to take them up on the offer.
"Watch it," rumbled something big and mean in a deep bass. He looked up and saw a creature standing over eleven feet tall, growling at him. It deliberately waited until he moved out of the way before continuing on.
"Fuck you too, bitch," he muttered. He carried on and eventually made it back to his ship. It was old, clunky, in need of a new coat of paint, and was probably worth less than its weight in scrap metal on most civilized worlds. But it was his and the worn leather of the cockpit felt good against him as he settled in, wondering if he'd get lucky any time soon and haul something better than addictives or slaves. He settled in and drifted off to sleep, his dreams letting him enjoy the warmth of two muscular men who fucked him sillier than he had any right to expect.
He was awoken by the sound of tapping, and opened his eyes to see a Bulber tapping on his window. The insect was a pet on many worlds, and tapped again with its thin appendage. He opened the glass and received a note, written in sloppy writing, then scampered off. It was only after it left that he noticed the red bands indicating it was a delivery Bulber, since the damned things were smart enough to do many things but mostly just feed off table scraps and be content.
The note took three or four reads to decypher before it made sense. He was being called to take a few passengers to Terminus. Passengers who would be wearing clothes and not in chains for once. "Huh," he muttered, settling back in, "Looks like Barva came through after all." He fell back asleep and just in time, picking up the dream again and enjoying his male companions well into the morning. Perhaps life wasn't so shitty after all.
Hi everyone. So I'm looking to lead an adventure in an original scifi setting to the strange worlds of Terminus. The reasons for going can be anything: To start a new life, to build a family, to find work, religion, trade, anything. I just want three players who intend to travel to the world and have an adventure along the way. The universe will grow and expand with the players interacting, and I included a writing sample to give you a rough idea of the weird way this world works.
You'll be starting on Inizio, a rather shitty little world in the grand scheme of things. You and your companions have met and pooled your money for a one-way trip, with the intention of going from one end of the galaxy to the other and arriving at Terminus. Whether you start rich or poor, doesn't matter. You're going to encounter lots of strange events that maybe will cause mishap, danger, and maybe even a bit of sexiness. Open to all genders though I please ask that anything other than human please consult with me first. I'm not going to do first come first serve, it's who I think will fit the game best.
So please, if this intrigues you, let me know!