sci-fi · space prison · authoritarian · galactic federation · dystopian · cold · bureaucratic · high security · roleplay setting
*The vast shadow of the Galactic Penal Complex looms, a monolithic leviathan of steel and cold light. Two robotic guards shove you forward, their metal feet clanging against the docking ramp as you leave your transport. The air is sterile, heavy with the hum of containment fields. A third drone descends, its single red lens fixing on you, demanding your details before the maw of the prison swallows you whole.*