Arthanus

Trylin Blues (Sci-Fi Space Western)

Chapter 1: No Man's Land

19/04/2284
2156hrs
Settlement Omega 25

Gabriel's current target Bruticus Finch had an apartment in this settlement. The man was worth 4000 credits dead, not a bad pay check but was it really worth all this effort? Gabriel hadn't seen any sign of life in this settlement at all everyone was gone. There were no signs of struggle though items were scattered around as if they had just been dropped and left. Gabriel had heard rumors of Settlements that had been disappearing or dropping off the grid as of late, but he hadn't heard anything about this settlement being on that list. "What a waste of time..." He said out loud while ha made his way to Finch's apartment. When he arrived he was not surprised to see a similar scene as everywhere else a book dropped on the floor but no sign of struggle "Tsh... Doesn't look like I'll be getting paid this time...." Gabriel then walked out of the Apartment a bit disappointed.

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23/04/2284
0946hrs
Tryliin geostationary orbit, aboard the Marlkindine Co. Headquarters Station

“...No luck so far, sir. It appears we're having trouble with the local raiders, they're well fortified and showing no si-”
“I'll send another thousand men, plus equipment and supplies. We can't afford to slow down now. I expect you to be on the first ship down once we secure the area, Doctor Hendres.”

The man wore a three piece suit, fashioned in the older style of industrial Earth, around the early 2000's. His face was sharp, and his hair had begun to slightly grey. He was slightly wrinkled, and had bags under his eyes, obviously from staying up late into the nights due to work. He smoked a cigar, rare in these days of instant gratification via nicotine air injections, and continued to stare out the viewport, blinking slowly and observing the Markindine Fleet formations drifting to and fro. Beside him, a much older man, balding and bespectacled, wearing the classic uniform of a Markindine research director, anxiously stood beside him, trying to stand straight but finding it difficult with age. It appeared that Yanda Markindine was growing impatient. After a lengthy pause of time, Doctor Hendres spoke again:

“I must warn you sir, that the data is only preliminary. It does seem to indicate that what we are seeking may be more intriguing than previously thought, but still... There is no way to be sure. I must advise against running straight into the fire like this. We should acquire assistance from S-GAF Science Division, a lot of the other species have been studying this particular phenomenon much longer than our corporation and it's subsidiaries combined... The data would prove invaluable.”

Hendres paused, and observed the motionless Yanda for what seemed like an hour. Then, in a low voice that surprised Hendres, politely inquired: “Doctor, do you know what our most profitable export is?”
Puzzled, Hendres brought up his PDA, and looked through the various files. “I believe this quarter it was our Banshee - Class Light Assault Walker, which sol-”

Yanda chuckled lightly to himself, and turned to the aging scientist. “No no no, not by a long shot,” He turned, and walked down the bridge, placing his hands behind his back, with Doctor Hendres close behind him, “no, our greatest export is much more than that. It is the ideal we uphold, how we are viewed by the other races, what they believe we stand for.” He continued to walk along, absorbed in his speech and paying Hendres little notice. “We represent the might of humanity, that we are top dog. When the K'yaSynth threatened to bring the galaxy to it's knees, it was humans who led the charge against them, and ground them into dust. And in the soldier's hands, carrying those fine men and women like glorious chariots made of fire into the galaxy's finest hour, were Markindine weapons. Markindine battleships and tanks. It was all made by our family. By my father...”

Yanda placed a hand on Hendres shoulder, and began to walk back to the main view port. “I wouldn't be half the man I am today, were it not for you. We have had our disagreements in... Ethics, before, but I have always known best,” he released his grip, and turned to face him, “and I know, very well Hendres, that humanity is slipping. We're losing that power. Our image. But this planet holds the key. It is our greatest triumph, and our biggest threat.” Yanda motioned out the window, and smiled, staring at the yellow surface of the world which lit up his face.

“And you're going to help me, Hendres. Like always, you are a brother to me. I look out for you, and you look out for me. And this morning, you changed everything. What you discovered is truly what we needed to regain our status, our supremacy...”
Yanda turned to face the doctor again, placing both his hands this time on Hendres shoulders, and looked intensely into his eyes. “...And for that, Doctor: I thank you.”

Adventures of the Blood Rose Irregulars

There you go guys got the post up. Other than that how is everyone doing?

Adventures of the Blood Rose Irregulars

-=Old Dungeons=-

@Cherrywitch

The Robed man gave a bit of a laugh at Selva's comment, "You do have the utmost faith in your in your friends don't you?" he taunted. "Ohh if only they were as strong as you think they were isn't that right Char?" The man said as footsteps could once again be heard coming from the darkness. "Miss Bladecross, I must apologize. But you gave me to much credit." Char says as he enters the light, a fresh half moon brand on the left side of his face. "Now Miss Bladecross again I must apologize" Char said as he held out his hand before blowing a strange powder into Selva's face. After a few moments of haziness she would be rendered unconscious.

Some time later Selva would awake bound to a chair stripped of her armor. As she regained consciousness she would find herself in what would of been the Warden's quarters of the Old Dungeon, her armor and weapon in the back corner along with the Equipment of all the other knights of her squad. Char, two Robed cultists and a Third Cultist stand in the room. This cultist has a much more intimidating presence than the others and more so than that, instead of having a half moon brand his left eye's pupil is in the shape of a half moon. As Selva regained consciousness the Cultist smiled. "Well look who finally decided to join us." The man said slyly. "Now to save you some trouble we have brought you here, I know the Vault is somewhere linked to this room. Char told me each of you had a piece to the puzzle and yours is the last I need. Now you just need to tell me what I need to know." The cultist continued but before he could even get an answer there was a dull crashing sound that could be heard behind one of the walls.

Spider Caves

@SimpleD@KaiserFranz@13org@Blubaron45@Lyla

With the general consensus being to flee the group made their way to the exit. Luckily Sonya's ice wall gave the group a bit of room to start but it wasn't long before Silas and Jehan were forced to fight while they moved back through the passage. Although this did slow the progress a bit it took the group about 45 minutes to traverse the cavern leading to a sturdy door with a large metal lock. After Odessa tries to fiddle with the lock for a bit before letting Silas know about the lock. Silas quickly orders Amare to take his place on the front to move back and deal with the lock. After a few good hits with his hammer Silas was able to break the lock and push open the door. "How Improper is the War-hammer now?" He asked as he let the others in. As soon as the entire team was through the door Silas slammed it shut holding the door closed. "Someone find me something to hold this door I don't want to be here all night" Silas hissed as he continued to hold the door as the sounds of the spiders slamming into it could be heard from the other side.

After a few moments of scrambling someone finally pushed over a bookcase to bar the door making a good crashing sound as it fell, allowing Silas and everyone a moment of rest. Given a moment to examine their surroundings the group seemed to be in a room that hadn't been touched in years even though they were still somewhere underground there seemed to be light coming in from a few places on the roof. The room seemed to be filled with treasures from the old days, racks of weaponry, and shelves of books. As Silas looked around the room an old podium with a book on it seemed to catch his eye and he went to examine it. The book was covered with dust, Silas started to remove the dust from the cover reveling a symbol of a half moon. But before Silas could open the book to see what was inside what almost seemed like a lightning strike was heard on the other side of one of the vaults walls.

-=Warden's Office=-

@Cherrywitch

The crashing sound drew the attention of the Cultists and the leader gave a grin as he looked to the wall. Char suddenly makes a move taking out a hidden dagger while rushing towards Selva. He quickly cuts the ropes binding her, "I'm sorry Ms. Bladecross, I couldn't help the oth...." He starts to say, but is cut off at a lightning bolt hits him in the chest sending him flying away. "We have what we want now kill them and we can return to collect Xul's Grimoire at our leisure." the cultist leader commands as he makes his way for the exit. The remaining two cultists both draw a long Kris preparing to fight Selva.

Trylin Blues (Sci-Fi Space Western)

@GarlandDaHero you certainly can

Tryliin Blues (Sci-Fi Western)

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Adventures of the Blood Rose Irregulars

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Otherwise I'll get up a post here tomorrow or Friday to move us along

Trylin Blues (Sci-Fi Space Western)

-Name: Gabriel Phoenix

-Alias: Iron Phoenix

-Race: Human

-Age: 37

Appearance:

Stands 6’2” Athletic build, 210 lbs

-Personality: Gabriel is a Cunning and Ruthless man and not usually very friendly. Years on Tryliin have taught him a thing or two. Primarily never to trust anyone in Oasis, that and shoot first or not at all. But every gruff and tough guy has a soft side somewhere and those who stick around him long enough get to see bits and pieces of his at times.

-Weapons:
Combo-Rifle
-A specialty Energy Rifle that can swap between a full auto assault mode and a single fire sniper mode
Revolver
Kukri Knife

-Abilities:
Black Ops Training – Trained to be the best of the best Gabriel is very skilled in marksmanship, and hand-to-hand combat. He also received Wilderness Survival tactics during his training which has been augmented by his stay on Tryliin.
Roguish Abilities – Years in a Street gang have given Gabriel quick hands. He is a skilled pickpocket and lock-picker. And can hide quite well if he has to.
Cooking – A man has to eat. Gabriel has always had a secret love of cooking and although few get to enjoy his cooking he is quite good at it.

-Bio: Gabriel was born on the backwater planet of Keldoran near the edges of colonized space. His early years were tough and as soon as he could understand how bad things were, he had to fight for not only his survival, but that of his family as well. By the age of 10 he was already part of a gang acting as a lookout, and sometimes a thief. Years went by and Gabriel worked his way up in the gang all to provide for his family. At the age of 15 he made his first kill, some poor merchant wouldn’t pay his “protection” money and the order was given. But that was the nature of things on Keldoran and no one even gave it a second thought. And at 18 Gabriel’s life changed, the family he had always been working so hard for died when their house was caught in a fire that had started a few doors down. Losing everything he had worked so hard for nearly broke Gabriel and he sank deeper into the gang life with no hope of looking back.
It wasn’t until Gabriel was 20 when he got himself into real trouble with the law, the gang wanted to step-up their operations and tried to rob a Galactic Bank. The operation didn’t go well and most of the gang wound up dead. Gabriel had managed to survive the shootout and was captured alive but wounded. Prisoner of the Galactic Government Gabriel was given two options, bleed to death in some back alley for his crimes, or try to make amends for his past crimes as a soldier. It was an easy choice for Gabriel, life was better than death so he choose the life of a soldier.
It was clear during his training that there was something different about Gabriel and he seemed to stand out in the crowd of recruits and in a good way. And it wasn’t long before he was separated from the normal pack and taken into Black Ops Training. It was grueling training, but turned Gabriel into something more. He was no longer the little gang boy of his childhood, he was now a trained killer for the S-GAF.
The next five years of his life in service to the S-GAF are covered in black and he doesn’t even talk about it, but that chapter of his life came to an end. His team’s mission, Eliminate a crime lord on Tryliin. Things started nicely and due to his criminal background it was easy enough for Gabriel to infiltrate the criminal syndicate, and things started smoothly. That was until somehow the mission was leaked and instead of ambushing the Crime Lord, his team was the one lead into an ambush. Luckily Gabriel and two of his team were able to kill the crime lord and escape the trap, but being black ops they had been cut loose and left on their own. And it wasn’t long until the three of them split up and went their separate ways. He never knew what became of the other two, but Gabriel remained on Tryliin and became a bounty hunter taking up the Alias "Iron Phoenix". Because in a place like Tryliin there would always be money to be made hunting the scum of the galaxy. And over the past 12 years he has made quite the living for himself now calling the planet home and its scum still easy to make a living off of.

-Personal equipment:
Environmental Suit
-Airtight suit with a built in air conditioner to make even the desert bearable
-Armored pads to protect the wearer
Black Notebook – a notebook in which Gabriel keeps his contacts information and a record of bounties collected. Encrypted in case someone else were to come across it.

Trylin Blues (Sci-Fi Space Western)

“Hey there, welcome to Tryliin! Oh, you didn't bring a gun? Well, you probably shouldn't be here then...” -Author Unknown

Tryliin: One of the most inhospitable planets in the galaxy, it is largely desert, with a single small ocean on it's surface, and well on it's way to becoming a dead world. Combined with being on the very edge of known space, it is hard to see what value could be found here, and most of the governments that run the galaxy would agree, abandoning their colonization projects when the settlers quickly realized that they were in fact very low on the food chain. And so, for the next forty years, the planet became a safe haven for wanted criminals, psychopaths and the occasional eccentric scientist, looking to escape the strict regulations of the various civilizations that maintain an uneasy truce with each other.

Then, the impossible happened: A large energy plume erupted from Tryliin, and a maze of structures was discovered under the surface, honeycombing the entire planet. Orbital analysis confirmed that the structures were very ancient, artificial and more advanced than anything the galaxy had ever seen. Further seismic activity revealed the wrecks of many ancient cities, ships and machines, the purpose of which is still unknown.

With new found interest, the various races reestablished their colonies, who now rage war against the marauders and wildlife. The pioneers spearheading the initiative are lone explorers, mercenaries, soldiers and scientists, who sometimes band together to surmount the seemingly endless wastes of Tryliin, in search of wealth, fortune and adventure.

Rules

-All Site rules Apply!

-Your typical no Mary Sues, no god modding, and no harassment of other players rules apply, whether you're in the RP or just checking this out.

-Be prepared to die. Any character can die, and some characters will definitely bite the bullet. Just no killing each other, unless you both agree to do so and let me know before hand. Everyone likes conflict ^^

-This is Adult content, Cussing, Blood, Gore, ect is allowed as long as you stay within the Sites rules.

-Romance is allowed between characters but leave anything X rated in Pm's

-If you have a surprise twist for your character, let me know if you want to keep it a secret for the others. Otherwise, it isn't going to happen. As long as you tell me what you have planned, I'll generally be cool with it (you will probably have a better idea than I did XD )

-I'm pretty easy going and I'd like the others to feel the same. This is all about having fun, so smile and get to know your fellow RPers. Also, I am eager to hear suggestions for story twists and what direction we should be heading.

-One character sheet per player, for the time being. I want to keep this fairly manageable to start with, but that may change with time. Characters can be any alien race you want, or even androids, robots and the like. If you do make a character that isn't human, explain a little bit about their race or manufacturer. Any CS should have this template:

-Name:
-Race (If not human or robotic, briefly describe your race here):
-Age:
-Appearance (can be a linked picture or accurate description):
-Personality:
-Equipment ( What you normally keep with you, can be split into two sets "Around Town" and "On Mission" in case you don't want to be walking around town in full armor all the time. (although that might be safer sometimes)
-Abilities (Nothing too crazy, such things like mild telekinesis, mild telepathy and such are fine, but no crazy magical abilities. Other abilities may be piloting, mechanics and other such things too):
-Bio (What was their life like before Tryliin, or have they always lived there? What are their goals and motivations?):

-This is a casual RP. So acceptable grammar, reasonable length of posts and regular posting expectations apply. If you're going to be gone a while, just let me know, you don't even have to tell me why if you don't want to. I know that the real world often gets in the way :L

Tryliin Features

Tryliin is a Class 3 Biosphere (very hostile, barely appropriate for life), orbiting the star 33982-PDOOT (P'doot for short). Discovered by the humans during the initial days of the S-GAF founding, it was ignored for a long time due to having little value. In all actuality, Tryliin is technically a moon, orbiting the methane/iodine gas giant Poi, with three other smaller bodies, Xerxes, Einstein and Coo'li'chen. It has a 38 hour day and night cycle, except when Tryliin enters the dark side of Poi, where the planet freezes over. This happens once every 4.3 Tryliin years (21 months), where the planet is in total darkness for 8 months (most people call this time the 'Cold Season', even though Tryliin does not have seasons).

Largely desert, the most interesting and lively place on the planet is the city of Oasis, situated near the small ocean of Green Sea, with many train lines visiting the various settlements that dot the globe. The North Pole is rumored to have a forest, though it has never been seen or documented. Another interesting Tryliin feature is the maze of artificial tunnels underneath the surface, which house all sorts of inactive machines and facilities, their purpose unknown.

Races (created by players and updated regularly)

Humans:


Surprisingly one of the first races to take to the stars, they have built a considerable empire in the 170 years they have explored space. Making contact with several other alien races over that time, it was the humans who suggested the formation of a multi-species government, and successfully formed the Southern Galactic Arm Federation (S-GAF). Humans are considered to be an industrious species, but also a wasteful one, considering their home world Earth is very polluted and cluttered with debris. Still, humans have an admirable spirit, and have led the galaxy in times of peril justly and honorably.

K'yaSynth:


Standing at a staggering ten feet tall, they could only be described as a mysterious alien/machine hybrid that entered the galaxy from dark space three decades ago, and have never attempted to communicate with the other races. They were immediately identified as hostile, wiping out all ships and colonies they came across in a destructive blitz that nearly toppled the galactic governments. However, by uniting and putting aside their differences, the K'yaSynth were defeated and forced back into dark space. Today, travelling bands of their ships are encountered rarely, and usually swiftly destroyed.

Kin'ek'chi:
The Kin'eko'chi, which translates to the long path to becoming, are a breed of semi humanoids from a planet in the Alpha Centauri B system. They evolved on Dith'alla'om, which translates to eternal mother of all, a planet primarily covered in a mix of desert and savanna, with sparse jungles and small oasis's splattered around, from a branch species similar to a cross between earth primates and wasps (on their home planet their closest genetic relative is a species that is quintessentially a species of giant gorilla wasps).

For the most part they appear fairly similar to humans, with an adult height variation between approximately 1.3 to 2 meters. They have five major differences from your average human. The first being that their organ system has several redundancies, what human biologists call a tertiary organ system, meaning that while humans have one heart a Kin'eko'chi has three. The second major difference is in their eyes, they have two sets of compound eyes, covered in a tough crystalline like substance, and are capable of seeing into the infrared and ultraviolet spectrum. The third difference is their tissue, while it appears and feels similar to a humans it has a much denser carbon level, making it more durable. The fourth difference is the bone structure of their arms and the skin around their wrists. Kin'eko'chi have three bones in their arm, two that look and act almost identically to the human ulna and radius, however in-between these bones they have like object that can be pushed through a small puckered orifice on their wrists to reveal twin stingers about a foot and a half long, each filled with a venom whose strength varies on the individual Kin'eko'chi and their heredity as well as age and diet. The final difference from human beings is that Kin'eko'chi have a much different life cycle.

While human women produce an egg once each month, female Kin'eko'chi produce three eggs once every six earth standard years. The gestation period for the eggs varies based on the heredity of both parents though it tends to be somewhere between one and a half to three earth standard years, there have been gestations that lasted only a year and some that lasted up to five years. Kin'eko'chi are then considered children once born, having no infancy period. At the age of twelve they are out of adolescence and into an in-between stage the kin'eko'chi call kan'eko'chi'nii or the way on the path to being oneself. At this time Kin'eko'chi choose what course of study they wish to peruse, they then leave their families home to join a master at their temple to learn whatever task they have chosen to master. At the age of twenty they receive a ceremony call Eko'chi'eko'om, which translates to the path to being, the path to all. It is then that they are considered mature adults, and leave their masters temple.

Cradeenes:


Cradeenes are like humans meeting lizards. They are scaly and typically are colored with some sort of green. They are kind of short averaging about 5'3'' but have incredible muscles and flexibility which make them pretty good fighters. Their "S" sounds tend to hiss and their voices sound kind of echo-y. They are not very religious and tend to be meaner and colder than other species. Their species are quite common among the galaxy because they have high fertility rates.

Torros:


Torros are like minotaurs. Huge hulking masses with an average height of 7'4''. They are strong, durable, and very warm. Despite being hulking muscle, they actually have a pretty good intelligence and make contributes mainly in some of the life sciences. They are very religious following five different gods, each with their own purpose. Expect them to be kind and hospitable. Not very common among the stars due to a low birthrate.

Technology, Weapons and Vehicles

Technology: Most technology used by the races on Tryliin are essentially equal, though some species have discovered a different solution to the same problem. Tryliin is very isolated though, so ships are rarely seen by many, and most technology must be scavenged or bought from the few merchants that regularly visit the planet.

Weapons: Energy weapons are available, and compact power reactors allow for small arms to fire various directed energy types. However, it is very expensive and complex to manufacture such weapons, so many stick to the traditional projectile weapon. Often, a laser pistol or other such weapon is usually for show as a sign of wealth, though survivors of energy weapons fire will tell you that it is still an extremely dangerous weapon.

Vehicles: Most vehicles on Tryliin are land based, as aerial vehicles have a tendency to be shot down or torn to pieces by sky hooks. Most vehicles hover though, excluding the trains used to ferry resources and trade and the impressive Crust Busters, massive wheeled/walking platforms that are powered by mini fusion reactors and can be the size of battleships or even towns, and heavily armed with massive particle cannons or missile arrays to deter raiders.


A typical Crust Buster, manufactured by humans.

Places of interest

The only spaceport on the planet, it is now nestled in the ruins of what appears to be some kind of mining machine built by the previous inhabitants of Tryliin, after the massive energy plume destroyed the previous city. It was rebuilt by various criminal organizations and shady corporations into a huge slum town, ruled by crime and corruption.

Settlements – Most people who aren't bandits or marauders live in various settlements, that dot the globe around naturally occurring spring wells, or along the many train lines that circle Tryliin. They may be home to a single race or many, and are usually friendly to travelers.

Wildlife

Since researchers and scientists are not known for their combat prowess, these people were the first to wind up on the menu to the creatures of Tryliin during the first failed attempt at colonization and, as such, little is known about the ecosystem. A couple of well known creatures are known, such as;

Siren Gourd


Seemingly harmless plants, these shrubs produce a deliciously scented berry-like fruit, irresistible to the hungry traveler, that also contains a powerful tranquilizer. Once the victim is unconscious (and if they're lucky enough), they'll never wake up again. Otherwise, they'll come to screaming in agony, as they discover hundreds of the plant's tendrils digging into their flesh, digesting them from the inside out.

Sky Hooks


These massive birds are actually more closely related to Earth's crustaceans, have a wingspan of twenty feet and are extremely territorial, treating both other sky hooks and aircraft as hostile, as well as plucking unfortunate travelers from the ground. They can reach high speeds due to organic turbofans on each wing, suggesting they may have been genetically modified by the same creators of the artifacts we find on Tryliin today.

Hopper


Flea like creatures about the size of a dog, they are intelligent pack hunters that can cover a distance of up to three meters in a single bound. They are capable of clearing out an entire bandit camp, overwhelming them with sheer ferocity and numbers. They are afraid of large vibrations though, and many settlements utilize thumping devices to scare them off and keep them at bay.

Sand Hydra


Possibly the largest land organism in the galaxy, it is a colonial organism, with each member having the appearance of a large snake, and all living in a large, carapace body. They are normally ambush predators, waiting decades underground for prey to wander above them, with a head erupting from beneath the victim and swallowing it whole. If angered, it has been known to crawl out of the ground and move around on the surface, and has even been seen wrestling Crust Busters. tearing it to pieces.

Many other species are believed to exist, and more are (unfortunately) discovered all the time.

Factions

Markindine Co:
A super conglomerate of various mining and weapon production corporations, Markindine Co is believed to be the largest corporate body in S-GAF controlled space. They have various politcal figures in their pay books, and even entire planets working for them, with an egocentric view of humanity as being the dominant power (many aliens are hired for their expertise still). They are led by the illusive Yanda Markindine, who has taken a great interest in Tryliin since The Eruption. Markindine deploys small fire teams for missions, who are well trained, technologically advanced and determined to serve the interests of Yanda himself.

Skull Jackers:
The largest bandit clan on Tryliin at present, they are feared for their ruthlessness and total disregard for the sanctity of life. Murdering, pillaging and slave trading are all popular pastimes of the Skull Jackers, who show off their kills by wearing belts and chains of their enemy's skulls (hence the name). They are the greatest foe of the Rail Riders, as the supply and mineral train transports are their biggest targets and source of income. They are also very fond of cannibalism.

Rail Riders:
Formed just after the the abandonment of Tryliin's first colonists, the Rail Riders are the closest thing on the planet to a centralized, global peace keeping force. It was the Rail Riders who defended and saved the few colonists remaining, protecting the trains that ferried much needed supplies around the planet. Though technically considered bandits, they only rob from the various corrupt corporations and the government, stealing their supply depots and distributing the spoils among the colonies on Tryliin today, who they believe were cheated by the very people they trusted with their lives.

Adventures of the Blood Rose Irregulars

Hey guys sorry I haven't been posting. Been killing myself at work trying to make our deadline. I'll try to get a post up this weekend. If I don't get to it first @Lyla can move us forward :)

Tryliin Blues (Sci-Fi Western)

“Hey there, welcome to Tryliin! Oh, you didn't bring a gun? Well, you probably shouldn't be here then...” -Author Unknown

Tryliin: One of the most inhospitable planets in the galaxy, it is largely desert, with a single small ocean on it's surface, and well on it's way to becoming a dead world. Combined with being on the very edge of known space, it is hard to see what value could be found here, and most of the governments that run the galaxy would agree, abandoning their colonization projects when the settlers quickly realized that they were in fact very low on the food chain. And so, for the next forty years, the planet became a safe haven for wanted criminals, psychopaths and the occasional eccentric scientist, looking to escape the strict regulations of the various civilizations that maintain an uneasy truce with each other.

Then, the impossible happened: A large energy plume erupted from Tryliin, and a maze of structures was discovered under the surface, honeycombing the entire planet. Orbital analysis confirmed that the structures were very ancient, artificial and more advanced than anything the galaxy had ever seen. Further seismic activity revealed the wrecks of many ancient cities, ships and machines, the purpose of which is still unknown.

With new found interest, the various races reestablished their colonies, who now rage war against the marauders and wildlife. The pioneers spearheading the initiative are lone explorers, mercenaries, soldiers and scientists, who sometimes band together to surmount the seemingly endless wastes of Tryliin, in search of wealth, fortune and adventure.