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Well. Since we're all in an extreme sharing mood and in a need to air out our differences while making fools of ourselves, why don't we all sit down and have a lovely chat of what us newcomers have missed?

I'm sure it's all very thrilling, as I've been able to gather from these few posts. You're chatty, the lot of you.

I have no drawings or talents to share, for that I only sort-of apologize. I am truly cursed with a lack of imagination.

[She's a huge liar, but what does anyone know? She's been here for a few weeks and has barely caused any trouble so far.

She's not even bothering to introduce herself, who needs introductions anyway?]

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I arrived when the Moira was parked on planet called Ceta where genocide was happening. A group of natives were being killed because they had an organ that created some kind of amazing and sought after space drug. So. There's that?

Scraplets happened. They're basically bugs that ate any kind powered metal. Native to Cybertron. Lots of damage to the ship.

Afterwards we went to Del-Pascia, a prison station, with the intention of gathering scrap for repairs. The AI had gone rogue and turned the prisoners into mindless zombies using some kind of biological agent. They tried to capture some of our crew. We got out.

And THEN we arrived on the Amissis-Re and there was a scientist there who claimed to have reversed the Ingress. Turns out to not be entirely true: if anyone had stayed in there, they'd have been sucked into some weird multi-verse world-mess insanity.

Which brings us to the now, pretty much. Anything before Ceta, you'll have to ask someone else.

Oh, and there's a monster in one of the cordoned off areas, so if you see any rooms with warning signs on it, don't try to open it.