Those are the big players on the board. Earth’s 30 billion strong population crush constantly screaming up the gravity well looking for more of anything. And then you have the Martian Congressional Republic, fiercely independent and willing to shoot first to keep it that way. Those two are the ones with all the toys, the ones who keep the peace at the end of a rail gun.
And The Belt, home to a hundred million spacers who grew up out there in the dark. Well they’re just grist in the mill. Mining the asteroids for water and metals to feed the industries of the Inner Planets or the agro combines of the Jovian lunar system: all of their riches sent back to Earth and Mars. There’s word that one day Earth and Mars will go to war to decide who gets to be top dog in the solar system.
But you know what? That’s not my problem.
I’m the captain of the Albatros. She’s not much to look at, but she has a military Epstien Drive and hull that weathered fifty years in the United Nations Navy before they sold her off for scrap. That means she’s quick and thick-skinned, an ideal courier ship to get things from point A to C with B never being the wiser. We aren’t criminals, but we’re not going to ask to many questions if the price is right.
From the beach domes of Titan, to the solar furnaces of Mercury, I’d like to think our reputation speaks for itself. And if you want a seat at our table, be you Earther, Duster or Belter…well, who am I to judge?
Current Mission: Port In A Storm
The private courier ship <em>Albatross</em> has made it the Martian Congressional Republic on its last puff of gas. Stranded on Mars, and their accounts are frozen due to the dubious connection with the Protogen Corporation. No money, mo’problems.
Able to sneak through customs with only minor complications with the growing tension between Earth & Mars, the crew of the ‘Tross are now in the hanging city of Metronome. An old contact from Mickey’s past helps equip them for a meeting with a dangerous crime family who might be able to finance a resurrection.
XO Mickey Serendipity, praying to Patchamama and all her vac suited saints that his crew doesn’t wreck a bar on shore leave…again.
Pilot Allegra Jennings, ex Martian Congressional Republic Navy flier. Who is walking into a Belter filled bar as we speak with the fires stoked ever since a Jame Holden went and told the entire system the MCRN nuked a Belter water haulier.
Ships Engineer Kenneth McTigue. Please don’t send someone to the infirmary. Please don’t send someone from security to the infirmary. Please don’t send more people to the infirmary.
Medical Officer Kaila Stewart. Chip big enough on her shoulder you could hide a UNN Battleship in its shadow.
Comm Tech Wulf Edevane…god I hope he hid the pirated media.
Client Kol Wescott-Fitzgerald. Current United Nations Investigation Bureau. Because that’s what the Albatross needs, it’s official Inner Planet oversight.