Counterweight hangs in the center of the golden branch star sector, a forked path where the Perseus and Sagittarius arms of the Milky Way come together.

Because of its location, life on this planet of billions brims with energy,

and an exchange of cultures has led to an exchange of technologies.

Automated robots, Valley vehicles.

Starships launch in the distance and regular arrows.

Holographic pop idols performed the holographic crowds.

Giant humanoid mecks aid in tasks civil, commercial, and military.

And sometimes you look up to them and think we could have made them look like anything,

but we made them look like us. You're going to be here. Oh, I'm going to be here. All of this technology exists under a sky dashed with bronze as flickering energy domes filter the cold thick air into something more breathable.

The sky was scarred at the climax of the Golden War, which brought the autonomous diaspora and the people's conglomerate of Orion long rivals

together against the empire of Apostalos.

Now society encounter weight largely exists in these domed cities.

Life is a struggle, but it is dense and vibrant too.

Personal, family, and industrial-sized maglev train pods connect city to city

flying across the war-ruined landscapes at incredibly fast speeds.

But the maglevs aren't the only thing out there in the wilderness.

There are others, those who bear the cold, so they may live in free exile outside of the domes they hate.

Things inside the domes are not free of tension either, and the nine years since the war ended,

Oricon and the diaspora have held steady in their ceasefire, but this is a world of subterfuge, politics, and espionage.

Ori Khan was once a worker's paradise where walking robots called riggers helps to build a diverse

and prosperous civilization. But in the last few

centuries it has become an oligarchy. Massive corporations hold all of the power and

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