That lady robot
If one can control oneself, one can control the world
For nearly as long as she could remember, there had been an urge to control. The more she could run, the more she could maintain. The more she maintained, the more soundly she slept at night. On the station, that control was once in the hands of hundreds of Tech experts. Each stationed in groups and placed throughout the whole of the station. As things began to spiral, they began dropping like flies. Easy to blame and mostly harmless targets.
Grievously wounded, Gwendolyn clambered to the last place of safety. Central Hub. Locked in and with no place else to go, Gwendolyn buried herself. Trying to save as much as she could, her mind started to go and her body with it.
After many years, surviving on mush and reserve air, she was located and given a new life.
Help us they demand.
Help them she would.
Name: Gwendolyn Keyes
Look: Woman, Teched out, Strong Face, Commanding eyes, wiry body.
Located centrally inside the Station, the Hub is centered around Gwendolyn locked inside her chamber. It sits like an orb in the Station as a whole, a sphere of influence in one of the few civilized parts of the Station. Closest to her are factories and food production, base supplies to keep things up and running. Further out lay housing and even further, and arguably most important, the Markets.
Sex, drugs and food are the things keeping the Hub solidly in the vaunted position of the most powerful center and the Admen know it. There are rules of course and space is limited inside her sphere of influence. Small communities just outside crop up all the time, transient and waiting to get in. It only takes a mere thought and the entire Hub can be locked off from the rest of the Station, so they wait until they are welcome.
It is a free market inside the Hub, everything has a price though and as long as the Admen are given a share, a protection fee, there is little trouble. It is safe to walk the streets, just expensive and you will see some legal sights you wish you didn't. Sex trade is common and fights are gladiatorial affairs, hundreds of betting parlors dot the Hub.
If Gwendolyn knew what she was doing, what sort of society she supported. While her vision is limitless, her mind is shattered and all she sees is the world that the Admen want her to see.
Gang of 60 violent people (The Admens)
Popluation is large (200-300)
Gang is large
Compound is deep and mighty ( +2 armor)
Manufactory +1 Barter Want +Idle
Population is decadent and perverse +Savagery
Population is lazy and drugged +want Famine
A loose collection of people wandering through the Station were the first ones to find her. A young woman, half in stasis and the other half technology. From what they could figure, she was what everything seemed to wire through in the area. They broke her seal and let her out.
At first Gwendolyn could only scream. It served as a demonstration of what she could do and how they could use her to their advantage. The people that survived her first revival eventually calmed her down, took the pain away with what drugs they had and tried their very best to explain things.
They had listened to her diaries, hundreds of hours of tape of her deepest thoughts and they knew just what to tell her. She had saved them and had to keep saving them. She had to grow and maintain their home. She had to stay in her room and keep the things haunting the corridors outside the Hub out.
With her locked in place, The Admens began clearing out and creating a central location for life to rebuild in the Station. Blood fell but with the help of Gwendolyn, the Hub was established and their now dynastic rule solidified. Keep her in, Keep themselves alive and in command.
Sixty or so violent souls keeping Gwendolyn all to themselves. The last Hub Technician wired in nice and safe, making life good for them and making sure the drugs, food and sex flow through the Hub. She may be their leader but she is also their prisoner.
Mr. Quick: +1
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