2050 - Rob meets The Games

Rob had never been a particularly bad lad in the galaxy; sure he may have trafficked the odd bit of illegal cargo from planet to planet or station to station, but what was ripping off the corporations of the solar system that striped mined planets of their resources and made populations refugees on space stations and far away colonies. Earth succumbed to a similar fate, all but a few spaces on the edge of continents becoming habitable, and those were for the ultra rich. Rob was born to a space marine father who was always off on duty and his mother who stayed in the colony, working in a manual job. Rob followed in his father’s footsteps, not that it was much of a choice. Do a shitty job in the colony, or join the marines, get his pilots license and go look elsewhere. After his three year mandatory stint in the marines, he became a contract pilot. He’d haul cargo wherever it needed to go.

It was a shipment to the planet Theros which would get the strapping 25 year old into a little bit more trouble than he’d planned. After signing over the cargo, he decided to go hit up a local bar. He hadn’t been to Theros before, but this seemed to be a fairly normal human colony. And he’d be right, it was, but with a twist. Theros was the adult entertainment hub of the galaxy for humans.

Rob after a few drinks became introduced to a pair of women in the bar. Naturally, after a week long journey and no intimate company save for his hand, he thought he’d try his luck out. The girls seemed interested in him, cosying up to him in his booth; and giving him all the signs he was on for a pull; stroking his exposed forearm, a hand straying round his backside and whispering in his ear. Suddenly he felt a bit woozy; and the next thing everything blacked out.