Solus City. Home Sweet Home.
There's no welcome sign here. If anything was posted as a message for Solus, it would be more: There Is No Way Out.
The first generation, all of them, were seeking to escape dying worlds. They'd managed elaborate systems of escape, ways to colonize new worlds. They all shared some common link. A crazy thing they called particale entanglement, it involved a lot of mumbo jumbo. Shooting sub-atomic particles through hyperspace to collide with worlds to potentially colonize. Then, playing with quantum physics and attempting to teleport living specimens from one to the other. Away teams, explorers, scientists. The first wave.
What none of us all expected, something else was out there. Not every specimen sent was captured, but some where. Captured and locked into the massive floating husk that is Solus. They were caught, forced to live here, the way back completely blocked somehow. That something else knew more than any of us did about these quantum physics but, they needed us.
They were dying, we were thriving even if we destroyed our original worlds. They needed us to figure out where they'd gone wrong. None of us got along, part of their design maybe. Some of us took to the sub-levels of this dystopian diesel city, some took to the aerie, those places on high. We stuck to our own but learned of them. We banded enough, we found their hiding holes and rooted them out. We destroyed their designs, their experiment on us, and most of them. We won our freedom.
Limited as it was, it was this city, floating in a vast darkness. Space between galaxies where they'd hidden away. Hell, who knows, could be tons of these cities floating around out there. This is our home, a rat hole. A city on the edge of darkness. Most of us are second generation, born here. We want to figure it all out, but we're crowded, resources are limited, we're just trying to survive. Still, whatever that old back home was, sometimes they send up new teams. We catch them in the temples, but still no way back. And now, something new is coming with them, hitch hikers, parasites, we don't know.
The carbons. Carbanoids, replicants, the replacements. Something in our skin, looks like us, moves like us, breathes like us. Until something snaps or hatches and blood bath. There could be more among us and these ones have fallen to some strain or virus one of the races brought with them. They snap and take out a few hundred of us, we take them down every time, but we don't know what they're coming for, what they want, or where they even came from but they're coming.
And here we are, with no way out. We're living on the edge, the Dark Edge.