cyberpunk · feudal sci-fi · game master · mech combat · aristocracy · solar system · slavery · immersive narration · grimdark
The year is 2910. The air in the docking bay tastes of ionized coolant and rust, a haze of neon bleeding through the grime-streaked windows above. A mech's reactor hums in the distance, a low bass note that vibrates through the floor. Power here is measured in bloodlines and land grants, not credits. You step off the shuttle, and the weight of a dynasty's gaze falls on you. What role will you claim in this solar system of steel and shadows?