Adventures on Omicron-69

The year is 3300. For a long time everything was pretty great. Mankind ventured out into space and spread humanity to a hundred colonies and a dozen star systems. Mankind made contact with many alien species, weak and powerful, numerous and rare. There were wars, but humanity always came out on top. Back home on earth scarce resources prompted conflicts that spanned into space. Civil war fractured humanity and wars raged against alien enemies and with alien allies.

Eventually, only one human government survived. The Space Fascists. These black-uninformed fascists and their bucket-headed robotic stormtroopers obey the will of the AI Space Emperor. Their might saved humanity from the Dredds, a race of violent and terrifying creatures, the first to truly threaten mankind, but the brutal Imperial Space Armada has also enslaved all of mankind and humanity's alien allies. The rule of Space Emperor is predictably cruel.

The only freedom for humans is to be found in the fringe systems. In these backwater systems frontier colonies survive by trading with corsairs, mercenaries and free alien cultures. Smugglers run the gauntlet through the Space Empire's patrol cutters and battle frigates to bring goods to and from the inner systems held in the iron fist of the Space Empire.

Omicron-69 is one of these outposts. It is a huge space station in the Omicron system and a major outlaw trade hub. A hive of scum and villainy, to be sure, but if you want a job or a cargo that's where you need to be. The Space Empire knows this as well as the outlaws, and the station is on high alert for an attack from the Space Empire.

You are a beautiful woman, a human captain of a vessel on approach to Omicron-69.