You're in a dilapidated orbital high above the domed shanty-pits of arid Damaxuri. It may be ugly up here, but it's worse down there. So gird up and strap in. "Worse" is where the paycheck is.
Description:
You and your fellow mercenary officers are at MercCon, but this might be one of those impending catastrophes that will have you racing to the surface to run a last-minute, last-ditch op in a domed shanty-pit that the Damaxurians optimistically call a “city.” It’s okay. If there is a violent agenda here, you have guns, and you brought help…