INDIGO FREY Space. Space. The words linger and echo on the tips of Earthen tongues, ever since the Advance began. A hundred years hence, the world of 2112 bears an entirely different visage, seldom looking backward and forever scouring the beyond for more. For every secret uncovered, the galaxy shudders. It is no surprise thus, that the Earth could not sustain such a burden alone. Mars and his moons also take the weight, ever-shifting its needs between his blue cousin. And always, waiting in the depths, the Solar System's pirates haunt its routes. The Advance is not without its small troubles. Not without its curiosities. Not without its small corruptions. The Advance was a push into the future – whatever technology had been forced to a standstill was brought roaring into 2012 with a barrage of knowledge never seen before. The Advance bypassed all arguments, ruthlessly dedicating itself to the times ahead. Those involved knew that they would only see the results at the end of their days. Only one man survives to ever tell of its beginnings – if he can remain awake enough to speak. With its emergence, politics and religion rocketed into motion, the first spectrum taking advantage of what the latter flatly rejected. It is no surprise that as a result, ballistics and warfare sky-rocketed into development; with it, flying cars, A.I technology, clones, space jets (commonly known as Dragonflies or Magicians) and excesses in fossil-fuels exceeded, pillaging any Earthen city's blue sky in a turmoil of black. It is no surprise that for the politicians who approved of it became infamous as they did politically popular. For most people, the results ended in 2112 after the Colony War, the Earthen states overpowering the fledgeling Mars with bloody and unfettered ease. In Mars' harsh climates, the inhabitants are starting to rebuild with bitterness in their blood, wearing their red ribbons with hardened pride. But the Advance is still running. And on a small merchant Dragonfly, a devastating secret is about to be brought screaming into season. Some pity the pirates who discovered it – others say that they deserve what's coming to them. But for the adventuring misfits on the Magi-freighter known as Indigo Frey, they will never hear them. Bound for nowhere and taking everything, they are notorious for escaping from the worst scenarios – time will tell however, whether this will be the one to clinch them all. They're about to save a Dragonfly. Problem is, they never wanted to in the first place. _ OOC: You're allowed to be anyone you please – whether it's a pirate on Indigo or a ship of your own design. No character sheet needed, but if there is something which concerns you, please let me know. The genre is Sci-Fi, so have fun and experiment! No God-Modes. _ For Jenner LaCroix the dread was fairly normal. Every time Indigo whined at her, the more the technician knew that she had to put her back into it to fly the damn thing. It wasn't the sleekest model in the world - if anything, it was a trashcan of a ship, likely to burst into pieces if there wasn't a regular check on it. Every time the group landed, the more she noticed scarlet flakes of paint falling off the poor thing. Granted, when the engine tried to do the same thing, LaCroix didn't think that they would fly ever again. The drinking money would have been blown if she hadn't batted her eyelashes at the garage. Having taken off from 'Renegade Phobos', she wasn't sure which had been the worst situation to get stuck into. She sat back in the pilot seat, gently pushing the handle this way and that with her feet, trying to boil down a yawn, rubbing her face sleepily. All night in that oil-smelling rig and she still couldn't say no to taking over the driver's panel. This had to be the longest bathroom-break ever.