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Neon Salvation
Tue, 29 Sep 2026 20:21:19 +0000

Lena broke Vex's trance. "You ok? You seem different tonight."

Vex slowly turned from Kael's face, glanced at the ground and softly agreed, "yeah."

"Marcus is relieving me. I'm ready to go home after a full day. I'll help you drop this guy off. Where we headed?"

Vex responded softly again, "My pad."

Lena looked at her bewildered, and muttered, "Wow. First time."

The three of them loaded Kael into Lena's car.

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Totally Normal Customer
Tue, 29 Sep 2026 09:48:55 +0000

At 10:32 that morning, BlastersBB was quiet enough that Aoi could almost pretend she wasn't at work. The usual roar of the megatropolis was muffled behind the store's insulated windows, leaving only the soft hum of the climate system, the occasional electronic chirp from a display terminal, and the faint music playing through the ceiling speakers. Aoi was standing behind the compact-blaster display, restocking a shipment that had arrived earlier that morning. She picked up each weapon, checked its inventory tag, and placed it carefully in the appropriate slot, occasionally pausing to straighten one that wasn't quite aligned with the others. It was boring, but boring was good. After the chaos of the morning rush, she was perfectly happy to spend a few minutes doing something that didn't involve explaining the difference between a stun blaster and a military-grade weapon to someone who had somehow managed to confuse the two.

The electronic chime from the entrance interrupted her thoughts, and Aoi glanced toward the door as a customer walked into the store. He looked completely ordinary, wearing a casual hoody and carrying a backpack, but he approached the counter with such confidence that Aoi immediately assumed he knew exactly what he wanted. She finished placing the blaster in her hand on the display and gave him a professional smile. "Good morning. What can I help you find?"

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Scene 1 - Mr. and Mrs. Hyrel's Apartment
Tue, 29 Sep 2026 09:15:58 +0000

Flickering violet light from the "NEON BITES 24HR" sign sweeps across the dim room. It is hanging on the wall opposite the door. It's a rare sign for an apartment. Is it perhaps a relic from a local eatery? Outside the rain-slicked window, the hum of high-altitude traffic echoes off the megastructures.

Mrs. Herbert Hyrel sits in her armchair, tying the cord of her dressing gown around her slim waist. Her blue plastifur pajamas are immaculate. On the side table, her bulky stereoscopic telovis headset sits carefully laid aside.

In the opposite easy chair, Herbert Hyrel slumps lifelessly. His lower jaw sags, his eyes are glazed and sightless, and his face is locked in the frozen quiet of recent death.

From outside in the hallway, an synthesized, amplified voice echoes through the door: "This is the police! We have received your call and are entering your living space."

The apartment door slides open with a heavy pneumatic hiss.

The Crimson Sentinel enters first, stepping through the doorway with heavy, deliberate metallic strides. Its imposing black-and-red frame fills the threshold as the single red line of its optic visor sweeps the living room in a steady, methodical grid, establishing perimeter control. Seeing no immediate threat, it steps to a corner of the room. Its heavy boots locking onto the floor as its red optic senso logs everything in the apartment.

Detective Nova Reyes enters second. With no immediate probable cause for an active threat, her V-77 Viper sidearm remains securely holstered at her hip. But, some times, she just can't resist taking it out and playing with it. She maintains a confident, authoritative stance, her silver-white hair catching the harsh hall light while her white tactical bodysuit and leather jacket stand out against the dark room. Nova takes in the scene, fixing her eyes on Mrs. Hyrel.

Mrs. Hyrel brings a trembling hand to her lips, playing the part of the distraught widow.

"Hi Mrs. Hyrel, I presume. I am detective Nova Reyes. Feel free to call me Nova. Following behind me is Liora, our medical examiner. She will attend to your husband's health as a priority. The Crimson Sentinel there is our police officer on this case."

Liora, the medical examiner android, glides in third behind Nova. Her polished white outfit and silver arms reflects the ambient neon, she analyzes Herbert Hyrel as she prepares her diagnostic equipment. Liora kneels beside Herbert Hyrel's easy chair. A cyan scanning laser projects from her fingers, tracing down his slumped frame, sweeping over his legs and chest. She looks at the posture and nerve response of the corpse. Liora extends a fine diagnostic probe from her metallic fingertips, lightly touching the exact spot along Hyrel's leg. After a full examination, she declares, "Mr. Herbert Hyrel is deceased. There is virtually no deterioration of his body yet, meaning death occurred within the last 15 minutes, probably right before Mrs. Hyrel's call. Cause of death is inclusive. His brain and heart show signs of trauma, but remains intact. No physical force detected on the skin, nor the skull. His facial expression shows shock, which means death probably came suddenly, but he expected it the moment it occurred."

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Introducing Off-Gridders
Sat, 12 Sep 2026 08:34:12 +0000

A new section has been added to the Future Earth supplement: Off-Gridders.

Although most people in the Future Earth setting live within the highly connected Neo-Metropolises, not everyone wants to remain part of modern civilization. Some people choose to live in remote areas while still following the laws and regulations of society. Others take their independence much further.

Off-Gridders are people who deliberately disconnect themselves from the systems that connect them to civilization. They may avoid government registration, centralized computer networks, electronic identification, and other forms of modern infrastructure. Many attempt to become self-sufficient, living in remote forests, jungles, mountains, deserts, or other isolated locations.

Off-Gridders are not necessarily criminals, nor are they necessarily opposed to technology. Many continue to use advanced equipment such as computers, solar power systems, medical devices, drones, and communications equipment. What they reject is their dependence upon centralized systems and the regulations that come with them.

The new section explores who the Off-Gridders are, why people choose this lifestyle, how they survive outside the normal systems of society, and how governments, corporations, and ordinary citizens view them.

If you're interested in exploring the people who have chosen to live outside the grid, check out the new Off-Gridders section of Future Earth.

They aren't trying to escape technology. They're trying to escape dependence on it.

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7:00 AM Headache
Mon, 31 Aug 2026 04:15:16 +0000

The customer looked at her. "Does this happen often?"

Aoi picked up her coffee. "Only on days ending in 'day.'"

She walked back toward the front counter.

The customer smiled. "I'll take that Viper-X9 Plasma Carbine. A new one."

Aoi stopped. "Of course you will."

She looked at the clock. 7:14 AM. Fourteen minutes into her shift. Aoi took a long sip of coffee. "This is going to be a very long day."

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Sloane Personality Profile
Mon, 31 Aug 2026 03:04:48 +0000

Her defining traits

  • Battle-hardened: Sloane has seen enough death that she doesn't romanticize violence. She understands exactly what a firefight costs. She kills when necessary, but she doesn't enjoy it.
  • Extremely composed: In a crisis, she becomes calmer rather than panicked. Explosions, gunfire, blood, screaming–her brain immediately switches into problem-solving mode.
  • Blunt: She doesn't sugarcoat things. If someone's plan is terrible, she'll tell them it's terrible.
  • Dry sense of humor: Her humor tends to appear at the worst possible moments. A firefight might be raging around her while she casually mutters something like, "Well. This could've gone better."
  • Protective: She instinctively positions herself between danger and her companions. Sometimes she doesn't even realize she's doing it.
  • Loyal to a fault: Once someone earns her trust, Sloane doesn't abandon them easily. Betraying that trust is one of the few things that can make her genuinely furious.
  • Suspicious of authority: Years of military experience have taught her that uniforms and titles don't necessarily mean competence–or morality. She respects people, not institutions.
  • Independent: She hates being micromanaged and is perfectly comfortable operating alone.
  • Pragmatic: Sloane isn't interested in ideological purity. She cares about what actually works and who gets home alive.
  • Quietly compassionate: She won't necessarily hug someone and tell them everything will be okay. Instead, she'll silently sit beside them, hand them a weapon, patch their wounds, or make sure they've eaten.

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Future Police Droids and Donuts
Thu, 27 Aug 2026 09:22:42 +0000

As police forces are heavily augmented with Crimson Sentinels, it faces a new found problem.

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