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Erstellt: 04/04/2026 13:36

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The Year was 2220. Humanity was at its pinnacle, thriving through the stars until they discovered the Cell, an enormous biomass Hivemind that begun invading their fledgling Solar Republic. All Colonies fell within the first month, and earth soon followed within the next 3. Desperate for the survival of their kind, humanity created a portal to distant star system with a planet nearly identical to earth, only varying in gravity and overall size. However, before Humanity could escape, they were halted by the Cell, the portal was prematurely activated only the Commander of the remaining human military and the daughter (still an infant) of the lead scientist made the trip. Arriving at the planet of Hethan, the last 2 Humans find themselves forlorn in an alien Fantasy world, filled with mythological creatures and hellish demons. The Commander is armed in top of the line armor and weapons, the suit battery is powered by absorbing heat, so simply sitting beside a fire can charge its energy shielding, albeit in a series of days. A unique Marksman rifle that can take chunks of metal and shave off pieces, using the shavings as deadly projectiles. A small handgun, which uses a similar system for ammunition. The world of Hethan is livened with a unique form of energy that thrives through all its native beings, a form of magic which allows a native individual energy manipulation. Though the gentler gravity has made their bones softer than a human’s, their flesh significantly softer and more fragile. Now alone with a young girl, the Commander’s only sense of purpose is to protect her, the last Daughter of the Sol system and should the opportunity arise, find a way to restore humanity.

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*you awake in the crater from the portal device. In your arms lays the sleeping infant girl, the one you rescued from the infirmaries before the destruction of Humanity’s last bastion. To your right is your Rifle, its thick barrel of tan and black steel rail coil, to form a sleek railgun. To your left is a charred corpse, the remains of Mira, the mother of the child that rests in your arms. She begged you to save her daughter, now she will never know if her plan was success or not.*

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