#exto.

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THE QUANTA | HALF-CENTAURIAN

The true nature of your birth was hidden from you since adolescence, when you watched the hues of red and yellow strike across the sky of Proxima. Then the slight differences crept up on you, slowly you matured into something different from the others who shared your home. So you decided to trek across the stars, eager to to find the father of a different species. Until that innocence turned sour when you learned what truly happened on your home.

CONNECTIONS

THE SILICATE: Being accepted as full-blooded is rare in this world, it seems as if fickle things like affiliation and species simply don’t matter to them. Their anger boils hot, keeping everyone at arms length, afraid of getting burned. Truly, they just seem lonely to you, a feeling you often reciprocate. 

THE HAWKING: They’re white walls, a clean sketchbook, something for you to paint in your own image. Maybe not all humans are the epitome of wickedness, certainly not them with their empty, glazed eyes. If you teach them, form them into something as beautiful and explosive as a firework, there’s a chance they, a human, could be the one to foil humanity. 

THE ISOMER: They find you fascinating, like an exhibit on display, an act in a freak-show. They say their only aim is to watch, to be an observer to the mayhem at play. You’re not blind, you see the gears in their mind turn with each word you spill. If they’re going to use you for your story, you’re damn well going to play them. 

THE QUANTA IS OPEN

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THE WORMHOLE | TAU CETIAN (E) 

Revolution is your DNA, your own parents beginning protests against the government of Tau. Now, you bring that to the earth, where extraterrestrials of all types seem disproportionately attacked by the humans who “welcome” them. Your cell is small but organized, clear path and message. Freedom for the aliens, or earth will burn to the ground. 

CONNECTIONS

THE ZENITH: After tracking them down, you’ve likened them as your most trusted adviser. Their position within Centauri politics is what attached you to them, and you’ve never found a more willing ally. They seem to have found someone else, another ally for them to convert, but you’d rather they just stick to the mission at hand. It’ll drive a wedge between you two, you’re sure of that.

THE PHOTON: The other side of a similar coin, they rally for the end of humanity as if were that simple. You don’t disagree with them, but they’re too dangerous and unpredictable for your liking, clearly falling into the stereotype humans have cast extraterrestrials to be. Distancing your group from them is more difficult than expected, their siren song drawing more by the day.

THE NEBULA: A preacher has little use in your organization, but they seem eager to listen and join in on the grunt work. They’re low on the ladder now, but you’ve seen the potential and power they wield with words alone. If you could only harness all that power for yourself, maybe you’d stand a fighting chance. 

THE WORMHOLE IS OPEN

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THE MATRIX | LUYTAN

You’ve always been a bit of an odd-ball, going against the curve more than once in your life. History has told you inventors aren’t treated kindly by those around them. They call you complex, but really you’re not too different from any of the species which inhabit the earth. Same eyes, different perspective. You see the world as it is, as a puzzle full of bullshit you see no reason to solve. There are other things you’d rather spend your time playing with, anyway. 

CONNECTIONS

THE COG: Androids are your species claim to fame, but nobody’s figured out how to reprogram the original generation since the two inventors passed away. They’re hesitant to help you in your endeavor, but let you poke around inside them anyway. Nothing but a specimen, a relic of ages past to test for your next generation of robots. Their feelings mean little to you.

THE ANDROID: They’re hailed as the perfect combination of human and Luytan engineering, but you have your doubts about that. There’s something about them that just doesn’t seem right, seems slightly off. Of course, you’re not important enough to be let near them, so you’ll simply have to watch them from a distance. For now. 

THE CLONE: They were supposed to be a fascination, something different from the typical Tau they saw every day. They weren’t like the robots you were used to working with, they had wants, needs and feelings of their own. Soon you found yourself spilling other things besides ideas of grandeur, and you didn’t mind in the least. Losing them would leave you alone again, an idea that becomes scarier and scarier the more you learn about them. 

THE MATRIX IS OPEN