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The space freighters pulled up to Starshock Superstation from different quadrants of the galaxy packing Bedlam Ball arenas. The used stadium fields could be disengaged and ejected out into space, carried away by the freighters, repaired and returned for another go the next season. One, or sometimes both, of the goal rooms usually were destroyed in a nasty explosion. The main objective of the game.
Merchandising was in full effect and the good citizens of Starshock lined up in droves to spend their hard earned coin on everything from the latest Halbrook action figure to the Coldblood Mackenzie lunchbox for kids.
The Peggers business was booming as well, as they got knocked off so frequently there was always a demand for more. No one usually felt bad about it or made any sort of emotional attachment with a Pegger, because they had virtually no personalities. They just performed their tasks and existed within the community of the Superstation, and that was taken for granted. Daedalus Gulf was always experimenting with various possible improvements to make for their synthetik organisms, even begining to branch into mutant territory.
So far Peggers were usually used as the beta cannon-fodder in Bedlam Ball, or as retail clerks or police officers. The police force in Starshock was largely about as effective as a mall security guard, but they were there nonetheless. All over the place. Other friendly reminders of overarching authority were also prevalent like thin orange pylons strewn about all over the place, sometimes for seemingly no reason other than to create the illusion of control. An illusion of a plan. Planned out by a superior invisible force to oneself, but still allegedly human and living right there alongside everyone in the soul mass anonymously.
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