Job board
You’re here for a reason. A new job, perhaps. But what could you find in a system of scoundrels?
Find all your options below.
Scavenging Urchin
You dart through the forgotten corridors of Earth’s underbelly, eyes sharp for glinting scrap. As an urchin, your world is the ruins: what others discard becomes your treasure. Dig through Earth’s forgotten floors, salvage fragments, barter with gangs, and always watch your back. Resourcefulness, stealth, and a stubborn heart are your keys to survival.
Your home: Earth
Skip Merchant
Your trusty hauler may be battered from pirates, rogue asteroids, but the Skip drive works, and that’s all that matters. As a Skip Merchant, you travel between space, between the far-flung Jovian worlds back to the Martian aristocrats. Without you, the spice would not flow.
Your home: Europa
Smuggler
You understand how Luna’s Dark Side got its name. As a smuggler, you haul the Dark Side’s disturbing tech to the Solar system’s best and worst. Your ship runs silently, slipping past scanners like a ghost. The risk is high, but the rewards are priceless.
Your home: Luna
Cyborg Hunter
There’s little justice in your actions. Only vengeance. Humans that warp themselves into killing machines deserve only the worst. You don’t care about their stories, you care about yours. Those red-eyed freaks tore through your Martian townhouse while your daughter was home. No bounty reward is too small for you, because you do this for her.
Your home: Mars
Jithrayai
Some may call you a freak, but you’ve found your way. Sol’s teachings guide your actions. Without that glowing flame in the sky, there would be no Solar system. You respect that, and honor your home star by crafting the system’s finest engines, the Skip drives, at Mercury’s forges. Sol’s flame is at your doorstep, and you glisten in its light.
Your home: Mercury
Emergency Aid Worker
Everyone deserves a chance, but not everyone will get one. You tell yourself this as you cram refugees into your company’s mobile hospital. They’ll be re-rehabilitated and sent to a mining station, but at least they’ll be fed and have a bed. Too many think the Venusians will give them a chance. You free the lucky few whose ships aren’t blown out of their atmosphere.
Your home: Stationed above Venus