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"...when deep space exploration ramps up it'll be the corporations that name everything. The IBM stellarsphere, the Microsoft galaxy, planet starbucks..." - Fightclub (1999) .....Parallax Korps newest innovation! For a long time humanity has been consumed by the urge to travel to distant worlds. In many cases its been impossible since a crewed spacecraft could not travel the needed distance. Well now Parallax has an answer! A technology that allows a solid 3D facsimile of the operator to be constructed on an un-surveyed world. The transport pod deploys a series of signal boosters behind it as it travels to its destination. These allow for the operator to signal the 3D construct and pilot it in real time on a world light years distant! Be there....without being there! - or be square!......

The Marines were in the air before dawn. Two four man elements, strapped to a pair of Hornet fast attack aircraft - militarised versions of the small "hopper" style aircraft used by colonists for air transport on developing worlds though out human-controlled space. Both Hornets had followed a terrain-hugging flight path for nearly an hour, but as the two-ship formation turned on final, the ride became especially rough as they weaved between and bounced over the petrified tree trunks of a forest long gone. The area was no doubt to be reclaimed for human habitation - though Staff.Sgt Avery Johnson to himself as he worked to keep his boots planted on the Hornets starboard landing skid. Like the other operators in the strike team Avery wore a totally enclosed armour set up that covered everything from head to toe. The Hornets offered no protection from the elements and the wind chill from their forward airspeed had his hands cramping with cold. Avery squeezed his hands into fists to get

"Like Hell it is. Why do you make us powder out hair like bleeding women? Or wear that bloody stock?" "Change takes time," Lawford said weakly. "Too much bloody time," Sharpe said fervently, then leaned against the wall and eyed the girls who were cooking at the taverns far end. Were they whores, he wondered? Hickson and Blake had told him they knew where the best whores were...In truth he was having too much of a good time here, the food was good, the liquor cheap and the company acceptable, and to that was added the heady spice of danger" - Sharpe's Tiger - Bernard Cornwell By the year 2077, the United States has gone the same way the Warsaw Pact did. On the west coast of the Free Northern State of California, a brooding neon & chrome dystopian metropolis sprawls from North to South on the Morro Bay. Rife with crime, sin, corruption, poverty and violence a very thin, veneer of law and order sits on top of the underworld with mercenaries, fixers and other criminals all in lethal

"The peasant must always be given technical, economic, moral and cultural assistance. The guerilla fighter will be a kind of guardian angel who has dropped into the zone, always helping the poor and harassing the rich as little as possible in the first phases of the war." Guerilla Warfare - Ernesto "Che" Guevara Talon - "..oh yes, a strategic withdrawal is running away...but with dignity" Villa - "So lay in a course and lets get the dignified hell out of here!" Talon - "That isn't the plan anymore though is it Avon?" Avon - "I think we can do better" Villa - "Does that mean safer?" Avon - "In the end, winning is the only safety" Blake's 7 - series 4, episode 13 "Blake" A bit harsh, but when your in the kind of situation seen in Watch Dogs : Legion, also undeniably true. In a not too far off, dystopian future the UK is in all but name a tyranny. The ruling regime has outsourced the task of providing security in the capital (and keeping the locals in line) to Private Military