BLU'S SPACE STATION

I.M.H.O are the letters written on the side of my Space Station, and they stand for Interstellar Mechanical Health Orbiter. Here my mother and father ran an entire hospital alone with the help of our AI: "HAL6900". I was born in this Space Station and I spent most of my childhood here as well, so maybe that's why I chose to live here when I became a Chaser._________________________________

BLU'S SPACE SHIP

I want to introduce you to A.M.A, my ship. A.M.A stands for Advanced Medical Astromobile and it used to belong to my dad when he was alive. He bought it in Mars in the year 4238, you see, my father was a doctor and this was the Astromobile he used for work, when critical patients needed to be moved. When I graduated the Service Academy and ended up becoming a Chaser in 4267 I did a complete overhaul of the ship and fitted it to my needs._________________________________

BLU'S SPACE SUIT

The IPN (Iatric Prototype Nanotech) suit, developed by BLU’s mother, uses xenobots that live in an MR (magnetorheological) fluid inside the habitat of the suit. The fluid serves as both a conveyance substance for the programmable microorganisms (known locally on their homeworld AEGir as “adjuantes”) and a liquid armor, able to absorb the impact of significant kinetic blows. The exterior of the armor is a special alloy, known for being durable and lightweight, which was developed in the Fenrir system. BLU discovered the prototype armor locked away in a DNA-vault shortly after settling onto her parents’ old space station, the Interstellar Mechanical Health Operator, and found it to be quite useful for her career as a Chaser._________________________________

BLU'S BATTLE SHIP

In 3997, a group of engineers from Fenrir left that system to settle Amaterasu (formerly known as Lalande 21185) and established a weapons and military vehicle manufacturing corporation, Aziatisch Technology & Mechanics. In less than two centuries after their colonization, ATM had established themselves as the predominant producer of light combat ships.Their latest model is a top-secret advanced prototype known as the Solo Transport and Fighting Unit (STFU), which is to be exclusively used by the Chasers of the Interstellar Guard. The STFUs are heavily armed for their size, having a variety of weapons such as dazzler beams, pulsed energy projectiles, and electromagnetic pulse missiles.With this compact combat machine, which can be docked in her AMA, BLU has one of the fastest, most agile, and most dangerous short-range combat fighters in the galaxy.
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WINTER OUTFIT (B.R.R)

The Brumal Resistant Raiment (BRR) is BLU’s extreme cold weather protection outfit. It utilizes cerulean gems, found in an asteroid field in the Alpha Centauri system, that absorb energy from all light sources, retaining it for an extended period of time. The same gems are used in the attempt to settle the planet Tōketsu in the Amaterasu system.The technology in the suit uses the energy to disperse warmth to BLU’s body. The BRR is notable for first being worn when BLU met Bearnard.
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OTHER CHARACTERS

BEARNARD

Earth. Nearly 180 years have passed since The Schism, when the space city Copernicus fell out of orbit and made impact in the Indian Ocean, changing the Earth’s climate radically and permanently.The majority of the population of the planet fled for the stars, leaving scant few alone to try to survive the aftermath of the world government’s grave mistake. The sky had gone all but dark, the sun scantly penetrating the surface of the planet, and even then, only around its equator.The impact from the space city was so severe that it shifted the tectonic plates of the planet, moving the earth off its normal axis, and freezing a planet already chilled by an overuse of siphoning solar energy. A new ice age had begun.Now the last human on earth, Bearnard tearlessly mourns, as he packs the last bit of snow upon the burial mound of his friend Mateo. He had done this ritual too many times to count, but this would be the final time, he tells himself. By his side was his loyal companion and transport, a large polar bear named Kalluk, who is a descendant of polar bears that were once held captive at a nearby zoo.Bearnard met Kalluk fifteen years ago, when Bearnard was ice fishing on what was once known as Palmer Lake. Kalluk was drawn by the fishy smell of the bounty of the day. The fates had smiled upon Bearnard and he had caught enough to feed both his small clan and his hungry new friend. One of the happiest days of his life, but it feels like a very distant memory now.With his gloved hand, Bearnard affectionately pats Kalluk on the top of the head before mounting the large brown saddle on the back of the furry white beast. “Let’s go, boy.”Bearnard takes one last look at the grave before Kalluk saunters off into the dangerous frozen everglades. They endure thirty miles of icy, jagged terrain before reaching a decaying concrete sign that states WELCOME TO MIAMI BEACH.
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MISHROOM

MishL was a sickly child born on AEGir. She quickly befriended her new neighbor BLU & was a comfort to her when she was coping with the loss of her father. They remained close until BLU left to join the service academy, and MishL’s health soon deteriorated.Bioengineers for the past several centuries have experimented with many techniques to exploit the unique healing properties of several macrofungi on the planet. The traditional medical methods were not working, and desperate to save her life, MishL’s parents signed off for an experimental procedure which would alter MishL’s DNA to better adapt to the regenerative treatment.The transformative procedure worked, albeit too well, and MishL’s entire body became in essence a sentient mushroom being. She retained her memories & personality, but her body could now produce a plethora of macrofungi at her will. Her one weakness is that she needs to “plant” herself in a nutritive soil at least every 48 hours.The media on the planet was quick to pick up on this miraculous story, and rather cruelly nicknamed her “Mishroom” in their headlines. MishL eventually came to embrace the name & her notoriety on the planet. She went onto graduate from a culinary academy & live a fairly normal life considering her circumstance. The Parliament of AEGir quickly suspended any future experiments pending their investigation, which years later has yet to conclude._________________________________

GLOOM

In 2794, a diverse group from across the planet consisting of 20,000 colonizers departed the earth for Tau Ceti system in The Egress, an aptly named massive spaceship carrying supplies, some domesticated animal, and enough resources to terraform a planet.Unbeknownst to the World Government, who had funded this extravagantly expensive endeavor, the passengers were rebellious towards a political system they felt had been too oppressive. This was an opinion of many on the planet, and twenty-five years later, such malcontent would eventually lead to its downfall.The Egress had not yet even reached the Tau Ceti system when The Schism occurred. The command crew had never regularly checked in with Earth as they were presupposed to, but after a few years in space, they had ceased to even bother.As a result, over the decades, the few people who even remembered The Egress just assumed that they met their grisly fate somewhere in the coldness of space and had never made it to their destination. They were wrong. Tau Ceti was settled. Centuries passed.
The year 4266. An asteroid in the Fenrir system houses their transmit terminal. A queue of hundreds of people fills the terminal, split into several lines, organized by which system they were traveling to. The noise of all their chatter fills the large facility, giving it a chaotic atmosphere.One traveler in the queue, a pale man who appears to be in his early thirties, fiddles with an obsidian looking crystal in his left hand. A black tattooed line goes up each of the man’s fingers, meeting at the back of his hand. He looks around the room with a sneer firmly formed on his face. “They’re nothing but static…”, he mumbles to himself. Black lines are also tattooed down his cheeks, almost like lines of onyx tears from his dark green eyes, as well as lines from his neck to the back of his ears.He can no longer resist the temptation to relieve himself of this boredom, so he places the obsidian crystal against the tattoo on the back of his hand. Information from the crystal travels up the circuit of tattoos and his jade eyes glow.The crystal, or Archive as he calls it, holds the entire cultural history of the planet Earth. Every song, video, book, painting, or photograph that was ever digitally scanned is housed inside this small gem. The queue slowly creeps forward as he mentally controls the iris sized screens in his eyes. He’s feeling rather fickle so he selects some paintings by Francis Bacon, some music by Röyksopp, and old Buster Keaton comedies to pass the time.Eventually, he moves up in the queue enough to be in the next departure. A transmit station attendant approaches him, though he still distracted by his media choices. “Twelve shares”, the attendant asked. After a brief moment passes, the attendant touches the man’s shoulder to get his attention. It is successful, though an offended look appears on the traveler’s face now. “Twelve shares”, the attendant, now annoyed, states again. The traveler flashes his metal wristband , which the attendant scans, and gestures for him to enter the transmitter shuttle.Each transmitter shuttle holds 96 passengers, and uses an inter-dimensional teleportation system to travel from one transmit station to the next, in a timely if not expensive and sometimes uncomfortable manner.The traveler finds his way onto his seat, which is relievedly on the aisle. A small grin forms on his lips as he’s alone in his aisle of eight, until some of the last passengers arrive. “Oh no”, he thinks to himself, “a family.” A rotund boy of about six years plops down in the seat beside him. The traveler tries very hard to ignore the child.
He presses the black gem back on his hand in search of relief from this miserable predicament he finds himself in. “Now departing”, a mechanical voice speaks over the intercom, just as the passenger loads up music by Richard Strauss, which stimulates his ears and his mind. He closes his eyes.How transmitting makes someone feel varies from person-to-person, with many factors involved. It can be anything from absolutely horrifying to completely serene. Frequent passengers find a routine that best suits them.The hairs on his arms stand up, so the traveler knows the transmitting has begun. In a few moments, he thinks he hears something peculiar, but ignores it and doubles down on focusing on the orchestra playing in his head. More moments pass and the arm hairs have descended, so he knows the voyage has concluded. He opens his eyes, and something in the corner of them immediately catches his attention. He looks over at the child, whose shirt is completely covered in vomit. Horrified, the man looks down & sees some have even splattered on his boots. He shoots an angry look at the family in his aisle and promptly disembarks from the craft.Now teleported to a new world, an attendant greets him. “Welcome to AEGir, Mr. Gloom. Have a blessed cycle.” He gives them a cold stare before giving them a little nod, and walks through the warmly decorated terminal. The doors open and a view of the spectacularly lush world wows all who witness it for the first time. Well, except for one, who is obviously unimpressed by the majestic beauty surrounding him. “They’d better have what I’m looking for”, he states to himself._________________________________

LORD KRLOSI VI

Six, formally known as Lord Krlosi VI, sits on an intricately decorated pearlescent throne, dressed in an ostentatious gold suit, which looks like it’s made of a material reminiscent of dragon scales, and a coat made of the tanned carcasses of numerous exotic fauna from across the stars. An advisor humbly approaches him and kneels in respect.“What the hell do you want now?” sneers Krlosi. “My lord, the audit on Satellite Chi has deduced there are… discrepancies”, the nervous advisor explains, with a gulp, then hands him a clear poly sheet of data.Six studies the information, then glares at the quivering man for a moment, before finally breaking the silence. “I’ll handle this myself”, Six coldly states before promptly exiting the chamber.Moments later, he is on a stellarvator, soaring upwards at a pace of 15,000 miles per hour to one of the vast number of satellites surrounding the planet.Soon, the lift doors open and Six is greeted by Orlop, the supervisor of the facility, as well as some other members of management and a handful of security. “Lord Krlosi, always a pleasure”, Orlop sappily greets his leader, then bows. “Show me the harvest”, Six demands without hesitation. “Yes, m’lord. Of course”, Orlop complies.The supervisor guides Krlosi to a room, filled with red light, with a grated floor. Beneath, you can see hundreds of malnourished bodies, with a couple of tubes going into the backs of their heads, as well as another into their stomachs. One tube in their skulls pumps in chemicals that stimulate dopamine production, the other retrieves the hormone. Their stomach tube feeds them just enough nutrients to keep them alive. They have been blinded, their arms cut off, as experience has shown they tended to tug away at the tubes.“I hear the Plez production here is… underwhelming, as of late”, Six states. “Lord Krlosi, I…” Orlop attempts to spew out an excuse, but Six cuts him off. “I’ve also seen that you have had some unusual share deposits in accounts you so very much tried to conceal. A wasted effort.” Krlosi motions towards the man behind Orlop. “See to it that he is processed and joins the harvest.”Orlop drops to his knees in horror, unable to speak, as he looks down at the decrepit bodies beneath the grated floor and sees his own destiny. Six warns the management that has accompanied him on this tour. “Learn. From. This.”, he states sternly, and with that, Krlosi spits a large wad on the head of the cowering Orlop, and storms out of the harvesting room.
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INSIDE THE SPACE STATION

Starlight Observatory Lounge

The Starlight Observatory Lounge is a comfortable place where the space station crew can unwind between BLU's missions. It has a fully stocked bar and is home to the space station library, which has been curated by Gloom, along with a number of mediapods—private kiosks where one can enjoy music or films.The robots SAM (Starlight Automated Mixologist) and Biblio 9000 (although Gloom often refers to it as "ASS"—Automated Starlight Sorter) help provide any drink or media that visitors desire.
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Space Station Garden

The space station garden is the home of Chef Mishroom’s mycelium, which not only helps sustain Mish herself, but also the entire food production of the satellite. It hosts a variety of botany from the descendants of Earth’s flora and vegetation from across the settled colonies.
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BLU'S Bedroom

BLU's bedroom is where the proverbial magic happens. There is a comfortable bed for sleeping and entertaining, a pole for exercising and entertaining, and a sofa where BLU frequently tends to accidentally fall asleep. The computer console allows BLU to access the Interstellar Guard database, provides a wide spectrum of communication capabilities, and enables control over most aspects of the station.
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