When the War came and the great powers of the system fought with nukes and rocks, everyone thought it was the end of the world.
Billions died. Ecosystems teetered on the edge of collapse. But somehow, the worlds of the system survived. Now, a thousand glittering points exist on the edge of a knife. Piracy is everywhere. Old warlords of old regimes plot in their bunkers and far habitats, dreaming of a return of war. Corporations claim neutrality while flitting between profit without a care.
Isabella Morgenthau was born in this system.
And she's about to change it forever...
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Did you ever think the Expanse and Flying Circus should make out? Too bad! I'm not going to use a system cause I don't feel like it!
1) Write ins are okay! I'll decide what happens based off my completely irrefutable knowledge of both the Himmilgaurd solar system and interplanetary physics.
2) Votes work like how democracy does, uh, you can vote for many things, if you want. THe one that gets most vote wins.
3) There's gonna be kissing and stuffffffffff
Billions died. Ecosystems teetered on the edge of collapse. But somehow, the worlds of the system survived. Now, a thousand glittering points exist on the edge of a knife. Piracy is everywhere. Old warlords of old regimes plot in their bunkers and far habitats, dreaming of a return of war. Corporations claim neutrality while flitting between profit without a care.
Isabella Morgenthau was born in this system.
And she's about to change it forever...
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Did you ever think the Expanse and Flying Circus should make out? Too bad! I'm not going to use a system cause I don't feel like it!
1) Write ins are okay! I'll decide what happens based off my completely irrefutable knowledge of both the Himmilgaurd solar system and interplanetary physics.
2) Votes work like how democracy does, uh, you can vote for many things, if you want. THe one that gets most vote wins.
3) There's gonna be kissing and stuffffffffff