In an industrial town, there was an old crackpot of an engineer who dabbled in rockets and space science. Boris Zajac. Well, solid propellant rockets and slide rules. Star parties on the edge of town. Slides of what could have been had the space program not been cancelled when he was in his twenties. A seemingly unattainable dream. It was fascinating though--a way to reach beyond your grimy little burg and future in the zidget foundry. And so your allowances launched cardboard rockets into the sky and built a shoestring space agency with Boris' guidance.
Over the years, people lost interest and drifted away. But you and three others were the core of this effort and continued to advance things, eventually coming to lead the little program.
When Boris died he left behind his notebooks and some money. You bought some camping gear and snuck away with your friends in the night in search of a place to truly reach for the stars...
Your faction will be a New Arrivals.
Start with 4 people, chosen from 8.
Your people will be at most 19 years old.
Start with:
-Silver x400
-Packaged survival meal x50
-Medicine x30
-Component x30
-Bolt-action rifle
-Revolver
-Plasteel knife
-Flak pants
-Flak vest
-Plasteel flak helmet
-Labrador retriever x1
-Synthread bedroll x4
-Synthread animal bed
-Steel x450
-Portable wood-fired generator
-Standing lamp x2
-Wood x300
Map is scattered with:
-Ship chunk x3
-Steel x720
-Packaged survival meal x7
