Austerity Measures

The year is 3200. Humanity is scattered like dust among the stars. The broken relics of a former day litter the sky and men and women struggle to rebuild the glory of humanity’s lost golden age.

Welcome to Sector Valhallen Zeta.

One of the last bastions of the human race after the psychocataclysmic event known as The Scream. Six hundred years on, humanity has recovered from almost complete socioeconomic collapse. Corporations come and go, wars are won and lost, and once again, the stars are filled with vessels.


Welcome to E.X.I.T (Extra-Xenogogue Interstellar Trade) Merchantile

The helping hand in extra-species economic policy!

Welcome to Exit. It’s a fucked up coincidence that the acronym pretty much sums up your life now. You’re at the ass end of the sector, trying to scrape up enough trust with the xenos to buy their shit, and enough trust with the core to make sure they don’t think you’re contaminated and shoot you off into the nearest sun.

Oh and say goodbye to nicely plotted spike courses. I hope you like blind jumping every week for two months.

Your jump suits on your bunk. Don’t get dead.


Meet the Crew

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Austerity Measures

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