New Terra Scavengers

The year is 2347. Not much remains of Earth as you know it. Cataclysmic solar flares, predicted but largely ignored by the megacorporations that ruled, have scoured the surface, leaving behind a scorched wasteland. Humanity clings to life in massive, interconnected orbital stations called Sky Cities, powered by dwindling reserves of Helium-3 mined from the Jovian moons. You are Elara Vance, a Scavenger. Not a glamorous title, but an essential one. Born in the underbelly of Sky City Alpha, you've spent your life crawling through the rusted ventilation shafts and forgotten maintenance tunnels that snake beneath the gleaming chrome and synthetic gardens of the elite. Your job is simple: find resources. Scraps of metal, functioning circuits, forgotten datachips – anything that can be recycled, repurposed, or sold on the black market to keep Alpha's engines sputtering for another day. The Sky Cities are not utopian paradises. Inequality is rampant. The wealthy live in climate-controlled luxury, oblivious to the rationing and decay that plagues the lower sectors. Dissent is swiftly and brutally suppressed by the OmniCorp security forces, their robotic enforcers patrolling the corridors with cold, unblinking eyes. Rumors, however, are spreading like a virus through the lower levels. Whispers of a lost terrestrial Eden, a hidden vault untouched by the solar flares, containing advanced technology and fertile land. A place called "New Terra." Most dismiss it as a fanciful dream, a desperate attempt to cling to hope in a dying world. But you, Elara, are not most people. You've seen things down in the tunnels, heard fragments of conversation between OmniCorp executives, stumbled across encrypted data logs that hint at something more. Something real. Tonight, you're on a mission to infiltrate a restricted sector of Alpha, a former research lab rumored to have been abandoned decades ago. It's a high-risk operation, but the potential reward is too great to ignore. A contact whispered about a datachip hidden within the lab, containing coordinates – potentially, the coordinates to New Terra. The air is thick with the metallic tang of decay as you slip past a malfunctioning security bot. Every shadow could conceal a threat, every sound a warning. Your pulse quickens. This is it. Your chance to escape the suffocating confines of Sky City Alpha. Your chance to uncover the truth. Your chance to find New Terra. Your journey begins now.