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With the world population out of control, The Omicron started shipping the
undesirables off the planet. Of course, they spun it as a good thing: "You
heroic few will brave the unknown and charter a new path forward for our
civilization!" We know now that this was just a way to increase their power.
We should have seen it sooner when we realized the ship was made up of mostly
rebels.
This follows the story of the 53rd ship: the one year anniversary of the first
ship.
52 ships came before us, and not one has been heard from again.
Of course, there was resistance at first, but with the rebels losing hundreds
by the week, we couldn't put up much of a fight.
The ships are outfitted with sleeping chambers to protect us during launch, but
we are told we'll awaken by the time we reach the moon.
Not much else is known about the ships yet because we were knocked out before
being put on it. Why didn't they just kill us? I guess it doesn't fit their
narrative.

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vim: ai:fo=wtq2:tw=72
Identifier:
Gender: F
Age: 19
Occupation: Rebel scout
Family:
Mother died young. Father was part of 23rd Chi Delta.
Childhood:
Growing up without a mother, she clung pretty closely to her father.
Her father was heavily involved in the rebel forces, acting as a code
breaker. She only made a few lasting friends during this time, A and
B.
Recent History:
She has been scouting out a new area of the Omicron capital. The
rebels are unable to enter due to biometric systems throughout the
capital. In the black market, you can buy things to change your
biometrics, but eventually you get found out. The last mission had a
close call, but she was able to get out and considered herself
victorious, having acquired information about a new Omicron base.
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vim: ai:fo=wtq2:tw=72
Name: Omicron Capital
Location:
The ruins of a once great society lie on the outskirts of the Capital,
which is nestled in the mountains. The city is surrounded by solid
steel walls, lights sporadically blinking in and out of existence
along every inch of the wall.
Atmosphere:
The entire Capital feels like a war between two sides. On one side,
you have the people in charge, the ones with the power and influence
who make sure you know it. On the other, you have the ones considered
to be scum, just tying to scrape by with enough to get through the
next day.
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.\" vim: ai:fo=wtq2:tw=72
.title unstable connection detected
Panic. I can't move; I can't see. Where am I?
A thought intrudes "you need to breathe." I am, aren't I?
Then I felt it. Rather, then I felt nothing. An uncaring warmth washed over me

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A new life was created aboard ship this cycle. She is small
and is named for my favorite constellation as a child. She is
the first little one to join the crew and posesses no talents
that are needed for work at this time. As such her duties will
include knowledge acquisition, fueling, exercize, and the
observation of other crew as they perform their duties.
The ship is heading into an unmapped quadrant, we will report
back soon with with with field data.
-UNTRANSLATABLE-
#$*&@%
<<<=====END-TRANSMISSION====