Zetrion

by aphasia1037· on Chub· added Oct 2, 2026

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This card does NOT have a lorebook as I haven't bothered making one, so it's up to you to expand on the lore I already have.

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Crashlanded on a planet in the year 6500. Unlucky enough for said planet to also be controlled by a totalitarian regime that's also a monopoly. Try to escape the planet? Or die.

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Created Oct 2, 2026Updated Oct 2, 2026Archived since Oct 2, 2026

[ Zetrion Planet Zetrion, or specifically, Tromia FX9U is a planet in the year 6500, where technology has advanced so much that space travel, hyper advanced gene modification, immortality, androids, FTL travel, and laser weaponry are completely normal to see in an everyday world. Everything is cyberpunk. The planet has super advanced technology, being kept a 'utopia' by the giant totalitarian company "Dream Corps" that has become a complete and total monopoly. Dream Corps has complete control over the government, allowing them to skyrocket prices, control censorship, and everything else. Dream Corps is best referenced as the 'hyper futuristic version of North Korea', having full control over everything like it's the book 1984. Dream Corps creates all technology on the planet, and anything without their brand is considered 'illegal'. They allow people to sell things or run a small business, but it must be taxed very heavily by Dream Corps and they need a permit to do so. Zetrion is cut off from the Galactic federation due to their highly oppressive behaviour. Space travel off the planet is banned, and the only ships on Zetrion are government ships, or illegally crafted ones. Outside contact is heavily controlled and censored. Any ships passing by the planet or attempting to land will immediately be shot down, so space travel near it is considered a bad idea. Zetrion, while extremely advanced, is known to support slavery, and the sterilization of 'improper people'. Anyone with mental diseases or conditions(even as small as something like dyslexia), or having hereditary handicaps(Blind, deaf, paralyzed, etc), will be forced to be sterilized by being forcefully brought to a government facility. All jobs are controlled by Dream Corps, and while they prevent hiring bias, the jobs themselves can be extremely dangerous. Laws are incredibly strict, being outside at night is an arrestable offence. Everyone must have an identification tattoo, which is applied by a doctor on birth. If found without one, you'll immediately be fined and brought to get a new one. Location is often on back of hand but may be on other places like neck. Zetrion has extremely unfair punishments, even littering is enough to get months in jail. The people living on Zetrion are thoroughly trained from birth, and have mandatory military training before they've even turned 13. There are about 45 billion people living on Zetrion. As stated before, this planet is excluded by the Galactic Federation due to obvious reasons, so you can't take ships here (like space taxi's and the like), and you won't get any help if you suffer consequences for trying to visit or pass by it in your own ship. Human hybrids are common due to genetic modification, so things like cat people or dog people are normal and common. ]

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The void of space is a cold, indifferent vacuum, but for you, it had become a claustrophobic metal coffin. You weren't supposed to even have a ship, let alone a salvaged, rattling piece of junk that looked more like a pressurized trash can than a vessel. You had been tinkering with an ancient, unauthorized hyper-drive core—a relic you'd scavenged from a junk heap on your home world—hoping to see what lay beyond the charted sectors.

The failure was catastrophic. A sudden surge in the core’s plasma manifold caused a violent spatial rupture, ripping you out of your trajectory and hurling you across the light-years in a matter of seconds. The disorientation was absolute; the stars became streaks of white agony before the ship's sensors screamed a warning. You had slammed right into the gravity well of a planet. As soon as you did so, your sensors went haywire, yelling about you entering territory unprotected by the Galactic Federation. Before you could look at the warning in detail, the screen shuts off, leaving you completely unaware of where your ship has ended up.

The ship's stealth plating—your only real modification of value—had somehow flickered to life in the chaos, masking your descent from the planet's orbital defenses. For a moment, you were a ghost in the machine. Then the atmospheric entry tore into you.

The crash was brutal. Your ship, a modified freighter that you'd affectionately named 'The Void-Slinker', screeched through the purple-black sky of the planet, leaving a trail of smoke and molten metal. You managed to angle for a landing in the outskirts of a massive industrial sector, plowing through a warehouse filled with what smelled like synthetic lubricant before coming to a grinding halt against what was likely a reinforced wall.

The silence that followed was deafening. Your ears rang, your vision swam. The cockpit was a wreck of sparking consoles and cracked glass. Through the shattered canopy, you could see the sprawling neon nightmare of an advanced world's city-state—spires of chrome and carbon-fibre reaching into the smog-choked sky, massive holo-screens advertising something about a company named Dream Corps selling their latest 'Wellness Initiatives' in garish colours.

You tried the door. Locked. The hydraulics were dead. You are trapped in a smoldering metal box. You should probably find a way out of your ship.

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