Space is a Hard Job

On a planet that may seem a tad familiar (though not by name) sits the galactic federation known as the United Sol Conglomeracy.

This is where our story begins, although due to the nature of it, it won't remain here much longer.






An irritating collection of bleeps and bloops plays out from the device over there. The young woman here groans in response. It's not like she's not going to have plenty of opportunity to take a nap an hour or two from now, but that won't stop her from allowing every complaint to bolt through her mind for the next ten minutes.

But before she gets up and takes the burden of the vessel of this narration, there are two important questions you must answer.

1: What is her name?

2: What is the color of her hair? (This is the future you're looking at, you've got the entire electronic rainbow of colors to choose from in terms of hair color.)

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Spoilerguys guys guys this is like my first adventure i've made in years and it's the first GOOD one so i hope you enjoy it.

I've put some actual thought into the plan for this one. The beginnings more or less solid, but there'll be a ton of freedom after that, so don't worry.

If you already follow me on Tumblr, one of the characters that will appear here shortly SHOULD be vaguely familiar in the terms of I've posted them as an OC up there, so don't be surprised when they show up and be like, "wow what an awful author cameo," alright? I've only drawn them like twice anyway."