Its eerily silent. A pulse hits the universe every waking moment, people stare numbly, millions upon millions of them in the fortified remnants of Tarsonis. The walls held, despite what seemed like limitless hordes of Zerg and monsters, they held.
Amidst shell casings and burnt neosteel live the remnants of humanity, a bare few tens of thousands of souls scattered amidst the proud hulk of a capital. The stars darken, the air grows cold and an eerie sense of impending death rises.
Then, as the sun which brightens days and heats the world begins to blacken before the eyes of everyone upon it, a hammerblow ripples through existence as forces beyond humanity come to blows. Night alights in strange colours and twisted shapes, veterans of decades of war man rusty guns and smoke cigars kept for just this moment, liquor flows from taps freely as mankind awaits for its doom.
But nothing happens, the sky bleeds, screams echo through space, those gifted with psionic potential shiver and sweat in their nightmare-ridden sleeps. Once again, humanity passes unnoticed as, just outside the city, a yawning hole in space rips, crackle-edged and terrifying.
On the other end of it lies a green world, seemingly untouched by war as Tarsonis has. Debates rage, those who wish to go, those who wish to stay, those who do not know what they want. But eventually, the decision is made.
Terrans march into a new world, bringing with them only the simplest equipment, the very basics that have survived the years of no resupply. Barely a few hundred SCV's remain functional and no military equipment can be coaxed into rising from their eternal posts, having rusted to the floor in some cases.
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Green fields are already pierced by SCV spread, mineral patches located around the portal, seeding having taken place seemingly in the time it took us to pass, rich, healthy crystals with significant internal precious materials letting us prepare quickly.
But without direction, mankind arrives nowhere and to no solution. A debate starts, which rapidly turns into an argument, which quickly evolved into politics.
Election season begins, a familiar site, sure to soothe the hearts and minds of the fifty thousand souls that have followed us into here.
Wartime Leader
Fighting on the frontlines of wars since the start of mankinds expansion, you have a keen mind for war and the people that wage it, but industry and science isn't your forte.
3d6 War
2d6 Diplomacy
1d8 Industry
1d6 Technology
Academia
Atoms, particles, waves and academic rigours are your trade of choice. As a human of science, you have dedicated your life to the discovery of the universe!
3d6 Technology
2d6 Industry
1d8 Diplomacy
1d6 War
Industrialist
By the power of a firm guiding vision, good sense and a macro-level direction of Terrans, you overcame the challenges before you, along with all the Siege Tanks you can make with all those!
3d6 Industry
2d6 War
1d8 Technology
1d6 Diplomacy
If you are a graduate of the Ghost Programme, replace a stat with 2d6 Psychic. You can no longer contribute to that thing due to Ghost Programme trauma.
Yes this takes place in the same universe as Cacophony I'm a madman what about it.
Do like this.
Structure
Name: The Terran One
Origin: Wartime Leader
Promise: To Terran All Over Them