the tale of Amelia Statton

On Centurion III. Miss Amelia Statton sat comfortably in a villa owned by Her family the Bainbridge's, whom her father married into and therefore retained the name of Statton and half her rights by blood, despite her father dying before they could confirm her anymore of her patronage and included her as a familial member of their empire.

The Bainbridge house controls a multi system empire, built out if a trading consortium which hauls and manages most of the starlight cargo in the sector which gives it quite a bit of local power, capable of denying shipments for however long they want to put leverage over colonial governors.

There are those out there to harm you of course. Psychic vampires who are militarized adaptations of humans and will suck the energies out of your body. Many houses employ them as spies or assassins.

Everything appears more complex, which is why you rode in a rail-less carriage, one of the newest inventions of our age, scientists were quite inventive on our world foremost among them is the prodigious Dr. Cyohl, who invented the medical atomizer bed which allowed any wound to be healed by teleporting matter directly into the area. Scientists had been Discovering a new exciting invention every few weeks. So much so that inventors are now monitored by the government of Centurion III "the Administration".

Many new inventors have to register the gadgets they created and have the government's approval because they could be dangerous, but not you. You were an unlicensed inventor yourself, and although you may not have been as famous as Dr. Cyohl, you had invented some pretty interesting things. One such invention is MAC, your motorized automated companion. You were eleven at the time okay! Maybe you weren't good with names. None the less the trusty robot stuck by your side for the next 7 years while you hid him from the administration and used his particular talents to get you places you wouldn't normally be able to.

You see despite being a lady of the house, Amelia was also quite the daredevil, known to participate in illegal rail racing through the streets, or crash certain parties held by her family when she would show up and make a mess of the event. Her family was tired of her, which is why they hired a disciplinary tutor for her, Mr. Matthews was a priest before he became a teacher, and his roots in god show in his teaching method. However despite his archaic monotheistic ways, he has shown quite success in training young women into honorable ladies. Amelia resents that her family believes she requires such training, but in time she will learn her place. Perhaps by then she may release that not all is as it seems.

It was the afternoon of Tuesday, in the month of Draphius, and Amelia was bed ridden with a cold. She had woken with a pounding headache and a nose a throat which ached from lack of moisture. She blamed the predilection on crying herself to sleep last night. Her surrogate father had invited her to his study last night, and explained to her that he was disappointed with her extra social activities, and that they had been accruing quite the embarrassing replacement fees because of them. The old man informed her that she would need to start taking responsibilities, and that further deviations would no longer be tolerated. To ensure that "Daddy" had hired a disciplinary tutor for you, the man had guaranteed to teach you restraint and respect for your mentors. And your "Daddy" had seemed to have a particular gleam in his eye which you couldn't help but find unsettling. So afterward you had went to your room and cried, a spoiled rich girl has to shape up. Woopdie dew.