
I call this campaign setting I've crafted Cold Space ; inspired by TV shows and movies such as Aliens, Babylon 5, Bladerunner, Fifth Element , Ghost in the Shell, among others. Another might call it cyberpunk in space (though not always in space). Elements of it include aliens, cyberware, psionics, genetic manipulation, mega-corporations, intrigue, combat. A general setting description for the curious : Cold Space Setting ----- Story Opening of Below the Surface:
Mood music (Theme Song of Tale): <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Qm8ClRnVxtE" rel="nofollow">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Qm8ClRnVxtE</a>
Within the Solarian League of Planets , underneath the waters of the planet Aquavista , within the sealed city of Deep Light a man named Clarence Sutter
is killed. Murdered, authorities determined, by a person or persons
unknown using an unregistered, illegal weapon. Budgeted time and effort
was dutifully employed though the case, like thousands across the planet occurring that day, eventually was filed away as unsolved after seven
days. The police, presumably, could not afford to put any more effort
into it.
That was not the end of it. Someone, valuing their anonymity,
wanted answers and was willing to pay. Eyebrows were raised of it.
People with an ear to the ground asked the question: Who was Clarence
Sutter to have such value to anyone? The cursory answer was no one. The
man was a 5th rank droid maintenance worker, father of two originating
from a large family line, parishioner of the Church of the Almighty's
Light, almost as cripplingly indebted as any citizen, and a dues paying
low level member of the Maintenance Union 4091. A few did not believe
that was it. Like chum in the water that drew them to find their own
answers. One or two didn't care who they hurt to get them.
The client however was not interested in them serving him in the endeavor. They'd chosen your group, represented by Mr. Lucious Spander , who had promoted you to them, to find the answers. When the details were received by all concerned on your Comcalls
there was some notable reaction among your own. The band reacted
individually to the news. It was higher than standard pay for job's like
this with an understanding of exclusivity, options for time extension,
heath services, and even a bonus. No one was this generous without a
reason. Something was lurking below the surface in all this. Something,
each sensed, which might be dangerous. This wasn't going to be your run
of the mill job.