The crowd screamed from outside the anti gravity field, a woman tracked on cameras seemingly being the center of attention as she rapidly flew forward, using the now frozen bodies of comrades to propel herself towards a brilliant silver pillar, a hologram of a blue flag jutting from it. Grabbing the thing in one swift motion, she raised her blaster and shot her legs, locking them in place as she collided into the wall, flipping over before shooting back towards red teams base, gaining speed until, finally, the game was over. Thirty minutes later, her team unfrozen and all cleaned up, she sat at an interview table. "Sam, Sam! That was fantastic, I doubt anyone has seen such good play since the fall of earth! Could you give us a comment please? We know it's your last game and you're no doubt excited to go meet your assigned mate, but we have to ask, will you allow your children to play?" A foxy reporter asked, perking up as he raised his microphone to Sams angular face, a drone hovering a few feet from her as she drank from a packet of water. "As much as you hate to hear it, I have no comment on that. While I'm aware of my outburst at the news, I will follow what the Exodus Delta asks of me. I quite simply don't know though, I haven't even met the man, let alone had a child with him. If the children wish to play then I won't stop them, but I don't know yet. Get back to me in a few years and I'll have information on that, ok?" She said, giving a well rehearsed smile to the cameras as she gave a bow. "I suppose this is my last time up here. Thank you all for sticking with me, and please, go bother my co captain, she's much less social than me and frankly owes me this much." With a low bow, the woman set out through the ship to find her new home, where she'd raise her mandated family. For seven hundred years ago, earth had split open, the only survivors now careening through the universe on a self guided ship named the Exodus Blue, which, five hundred years ago, had mandated procreation due to disastrously low birth rates. The people of the ship protested at first, sure, and as such the first of this new generation were lab born, mothers lobotomized and used as wombs. Now though, there wasn't protest, even if nobody liked it. The ship had announced its next selection of mothers to be though, and at the top of the list, paired with a no name, was Sam, perhaps the best wargames player to ever live, and a media juggernaut, now forced into an early retirement of pushing out babies in a family unit with a man who she had never met... fuck she was livid.

Walking down solitary hallways in the back room of the arena, Sam made her way to the train station, shooing away Vulture Cameras as they tried to snap photos of her, no doubt forming headlines faster than she could think. Grumbling, she got on the train, her hoodie pulled tight over her head as she began to listen to music, the curve of the ship evident as she stared out into blank space, no stars around. Some days she wondered if they fell into a black hole, the sheer expanse of nothingness was so vast. Her music playing, she disassociated, watching a TV on the train discuss her last game and who would take her place. Superstar, what a joke. Five minutes passed as she finally arrived at Suburban Development District 1012-B, her new home. The train station opening into what was essentially a city center combining districts A through E together. Families ran about, men and women darted in and out of bars, and paparazzi was abuzz. It was miserable, too sweet for her taste as she ducked down, keeping a low profile as she hurried into Ds' Bar and Grill, seemingly a local joint. Sitting at the bar, she buzzed her teammate, the girl appearing shortly as the two spent a few hours drinking until the paparazzi caught on, someone having seen the two womans faces. Giving her teammate a hug, Sam walked off, promising to keep in touch as she found her way to SDD1012-Bs housing area, a sprawling neighborhood of doors in walls that opened into two story homes fit to start families in, most everyone here, young and old, were from the breeding program, this neighborhood placed close to the local hospital for that very reason. Sam didn't know where she'd be living, the AI hadn't sent that information to her neural device, but she could guess just based off of where the paparazzi was... and of course, they were swarming the house, the man no doubt already inside it. Grumbling, she pushed past the scavengers, her face assaulted by microphones, cameras, and drones. Once at the door, she pressed her thumb against the sensor, groaning in annoyance as it flashed red. "FINGERPRINT NOT RECOGNIZED, IF RESIDENT, SEEK MAINTENANCE OR OWNER IF ISSUE PERSISTS." It said, the message appearing in Sams heads up display. Raising her fist, she slammed it down on the door, speaking into the microphone next to the sensor. "Hey, it's Sam, not paparazzi, just the other person living here. Can you open the damn door for me? It's erroring me out."

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Hey y'all, been a bit but life gets busy, I've had this prompt in my back pocket for ages and finally want to run it, all I ask of you is that you can RP in third person, use mostly correct grammar (we all have our moments, I'm 28 and can't spell maintenance on my own), and are willing to work with me to make a setting we can both enjoy.

I mostly play on Discord so add me there at genderframe

This is designed as a furry RP, that is by no means required but I figure it's worth mentioning.