Arrows fling by my head. At least what is OUR  head. Gil and me that is. 

Temp is what my closest vessels call me. Mainly Gil but I will get to that part when it feels right. 

Bonds. 

What are they except meaningful interactions with one another? The more you have the tighter they grow, inseparable and insatiable in the end. 

In this world we live in who knows what is really going on. We live knowing the past and hoping for the future. Knowing this I tell a story. A story of love, heroes, and adventure.

none of it mine; for good reason. However, it is still a story worth telling. 

Now back to the beginning. arrows.

As arrows fly over head Gil jumps to the adjacent roof top. This ass of an antagonist swiftly meets his god. Either his right side or left... honestly cannot tell from the carnage. What I can tell is he was left handed. decent aim. Bad close range reflexes. 

In the end his skill would be passable for an empire skumbag. Sadly he was just another angry, jealous nave of a man. Destined to open the door of destiny.

Poetic I know.

"Sooooooo.... not too bad"

Gil side eyes me with that classic look only the closest of couples have. His annoyance is obvious to even the most untrained eyes. 

"If only he would have talked first."

In agreement I stare onward. Unscathed myself I show my leadership with no response to Gil mending his wounds; which he had few.

Off we went to the brewing house we had agreed upon. The others no doubt were waiting.

Our escapades were met duefully with ale and communion; we ate and drank our problems away. It was a joyous reunion of our little hodgepodge group.

Ani looked like a bitch though. Made some backhanded comment about me... us taking so long. If he had shorter legs, "or a bow", we would have made it sooner. 

Besides rudeness we were the life of their establishment.

In time, as things wound down, a new party disrupted our claim to life; actually someone else's including themselves. 

In terms of brewhouse fights this one was underwhelming until we joined in. I mean an arrow to the head? Lame. Al’s knife to the left eye made much more of an impression. in haste we were swiftly shown out. shown with shouting and the ends of spears; shown swiftly. 

There was a short diversion while finding suede. suede sight that is. home. the fastest ship I've been on. 

"the only one temp"

Excuse me while I beat Gil’s ass: mentally. 

Ah suede sight. the name deriving from the sights we see... or is it the eye decal… couldn't tell you. 

Something to do with optical matter propulsion. according to Gil that is. that smartass. 

suede obviously luxury. built got the royalty of the SEGA tribe; now in the custody of the TEMP tribe. Here in our humble tribe we ignore the storm; embrace the tranquility of the eye of the storm. 

Fully holo racetrack, stocked brewbar, and gravity compensated hot-tub. only the best for the Aladdin of space.

Our leader, Gil, Stardate 11.249.73 SEGA. Blood Type: 1

6 foot 2 inches

160 pounds (kg)

"Temp. Please not all of our personal info"

Yet another side eye moment. 

We then have Ani the beautiful; Al the psychotic; and Wulf the muscle. There are many other bits of info I will  leak as our story proceeds.

Better?

Not a happy response.

The tribe, mid fight, are told we must control our powers. Specifically, I cannot even talk! Not to release a flex so soon. Our adversaries, capable of similar abilities, can hone in on us the more we use. Like the term implies this is difficult. These vessel abilities are similar to ecstasy or medical grade nicotine... addictive. 

As Gil explains this to the crew he breaks whose ship it is. Ours. 

In great robinhood style me and my mate Gil here swiped our own ship. Of course the imperialistic swine were outraged. Meant as a royal getaway; the other parties left are surely sore. I personally feel the tribal leaders got whatever they deserved. Gil and Ani disagree.

The tension between the universal governmental system (UGS) and our former tribal communities has grown to extreme places as of late. Leaving was the only kind of hope we could provide. Hope is obviously an uplifting word for cause of abandonment issues. Civilization will prevail regardless. 

On the off chance it does not... we have a sweet crib for the extinction of all life. At least ours if we get caught.

This UGS in the past had complete control over all tribes. Now we have the chance to turn that table. They dropped what we picked up. Life. Freedom. The technology and responsibility to solve all problems in this universe. 

Diagrams. Note to self: add diagrams of tech.

Now why are we running? The UGS (Universal Governmental System) has been mining isotope 738 for some time. In times past this meant capture or enslavement of peoples. Until our current situation this had been a minor thorn in our sides. With the current collapse of whole planets; this conflict came to reality. 

This specific isotope revolutionized many aspects of life as seen in things including our ship; the ai assistance and industries like mining and warfare. Giving us the main predicament. 

Mining had gotten to  an ungodly level. The collapse of the last planet we passed had created one I heard. Mostly likely too much for the poor being to handle. Blew into the infinite. 

That's one thing about vessels; too much juice from an isotope and they go boom. There are many factors to the potential for failure.  Like Al could definitely handle a god class vesselhood from a planet. Type 0 can do that as well as types as low as 2 sometimes. 

Mainly to do with isotope saturation in their air vacuum. Also known as lungs in combination with the heart and blood. The body can resist only so much. Too high and you get strange effects. 

Last guy I saw take in too much he vaporized a whole squad of multi maskers. One go too. No pussy shit and not finishing the job. A true vessel. 

Back at our ship contact had been made. 

A TETR localized squad ship entered our visual space. Sending us all into an alert frenzy. Shelter was not an option. suede burst into action. Suede being an S class luxury rider we were near offenceless. Shielding and evasive maneuvers were our only option. 

Shooting right Suede narrowly misses a direct hit. This specific squad ship having low visibility, was easy to evade into a blindspot. Once we had their porting lock number, we were able to board their ship. 

blows where exchanged.

no one was hurt.

AI defense.

The squad ship was set adrift after some lite looting. mostly fuel. their food supply. then alert systems set for distress. finally cut power.

It is always an eerie sight seeing a ghost ship. One you make even more so. Moving and at the same time seemingly motionless. A treasure trove for the brave scavenger. For our crew; yet another marker in the deep abyss. Pointing to our escape as plausible if not inevitable. 

Now in a place of seeming safety we finally settle enough to realize something astronomical. We had received the coordinates we needed. The supposed safe haven for those of vesselism and any who oppose the UGS. Not only was this planet part of a safety sector; they held information we greatly needed to exchange for the sake of all vessels. Information pertaining to NeoUruk.

This information indicates that sector MUMU possessed leads to the forbidden, or lost (I forget which), vesselism center. That center being an entire planet, the original vessel settlement. 

Vesselism being a pseudo religion and culture, depending if you look at the traditional or new age following. The traditional vesselism focuses on the rituals and rites that are required to use and grow your vessel handling. While the more modern view is almost explicitly concerned about the environmental impact of the UGS misusing their search for more vessel power. 

During the revolt of the SEGA sector the NeoVesselism sect attempted to secure a holding as a governmental power. This revolution, having failed, pushed the sect underground.

McGee awoke with a start. 

BTC just took off again for another bull for the third time this hour.

The year is 3030. Everything is on the blockchain; even the blockchain.

Our bug overlords have shown themselves to the nations. All has become of one governmental system. Known as the UGS, universal governmental system, this governing body stretched across the stars. 

Humanity had been enslaved by the dreaded isotope 95.

All that the resistance could do was wait for a time to flee this dying planet.

Earth Had been lost. To our bug overlords. Humans have been McGee'd; our individuality taken from us. We never stood a chance. The united front that humanity had built against the lizards blinded them to the real threat. The bug. Only those who respected the bug above all else were spared from this McGreed of the real rulers of our ecosystem we called a solar system.

If only I could have saved more. If I could have only fell to the bottom of the economical food chain with more. 

This was the only way to save myself from becoming a complete god forsaken McGee. 

It was McMonday and this punk was about to be late for his first shift at McRestaurant. McGee never really had felt like he was special, individual or uncommon in any way. Today was no different. Today was just another day. In fact McGee was many. McGee was what our world had become. 

This is our little McGee World.

This is the beginning of a story. A story that shows us how the humble McGee.

Went from minimum wage slave, to the punk of the century.

From working on Earth.

To owning

rings

of

saturn.

Here

is

the drip

that started it all.

Created a wave that never

stops even reaching the shores.

McGee will become his full self

right in front of us all.

Punks,McGee

.

Our McGee hero now sits patiently. Awaiting his next task. 

bleeep 

The hero checks his McPhone for his newly awarded task.

Garbage duty, again. Why does it seem that I always end up with garbage duty right after I fuck something up. They say that they do not punish workers anymore, but this makes me doubt it. Probably still beating the kids on the third level. Nothing seems to have changed in a while. This could be good or bad. Our hero hopes bad for the bug. He clocks in at work.

His employer greets him again in his same monotone way. "Brrrrrzzzt." He brzt's back. He mans the register. Next to him just another McGee. The McGee tries to greet him. He simply takes his first customer and is off. His day flies by, literally as many customers today were flyoids. Odd. On his way out he remembers the one McGal that came into the store today. She just stood there by the door while her employer went to eat. She seemed mcnormal.

His walk home was the best part of working where he did. It got to go by the entry gate. The massive compound that housed the portal out of here. He had walked around it many times. Waiting and watching for where he could enter to free him and his fellow McGee. This thought had been on his mind ever since the take over. It felt so long ago at this point. Humanity has seemed to freeze in age. No one grew old anymore, and at the same time no one grew up. This is at least physically. 

McGees, McGals and McTeens were all that remained.

Separated and kept to work with the slightly lethal isotope 95. This isotope found in most bug products and byproducts. It slowly shortened their time on the side of the living. The only deterrent or cure for this was to purchase isotope 369 from their overlords for extremely inflated prices. Causing a trap for all of human kind. 

They tell us the only way out is to comply. To live among the isotope 95 and never know true freedom. 

This McGee, our hero, knew better. He had the knowledge that was lost to most, but more than that. He had the courage to do what was needed.

He degened. 

Hard.

We find our hero in the depths of a basement. A lone McGal to his rescue. With this provided space the two have been plotting their escape from the planet. Their savior another McGee who came by with the plans to the infiltrate the bug overlord's portal room. This McGee came out of the upper levels of the McGeeverse.

The McGeeverse is what the bugs called the mcgee parts of town. Coming from this part of town was nothing to brag about, but was impressive to work your way up and not become bug yourself. This mcgee could be the one to save the regular mcgees before they became bug. 

The plan was this: 

Infiltrate the compound from that of the sewage system. The sewage system leading from the mcgee part of town... all the way to the bug part of town where they would have to emerge in the middle of a street from a mcgeehole cover. This was a two day walk through the sewage system. The McGee rebellion, known as tempest tribe, we prepared to take this journey. 

The mcgees would then steal an ss class transporter for their own use. Our savior mcgee staying behind to bypass the security systems. Surely sacrificing himself for the greater good. becoming a saint among mcgees. Although not all mcgees would escape the version 2 was sure to be much more thought out and have a real story line or something. 

Along this journey the mcgees gave each other names. This is where the mcgees revolted and fled the bug civilization for the stars and beyond. This tribe the beginning of what is known as the greater mcgeeverse and to that extent the tempest tribal system and histories. Follow along my other stories of my nft mcgeeverse as the story of escaping earth continues. 

The day was like no other. The Universal Governmental System and tribal tensions have been no higher than now. Current litigations show the abuse of power and subjugation against the tribal leaders and peoples. Specific leaders, such as that of SEGA sector, side with the UGS and their inhumane tactics.

Our story is that of a small, new tribe that appears to give hope to those under the UGS’s thumb. Here begins the TEMP tribe and their legacy.

It had been some time since Quinnadryl had seen Sencha. She hoped that the two would never separate. With the UGS pushing for more movement within the tribes it has been hard to stay connected. Sencha had been contacting her about some new tribe. Saying she found a way out of this madness.

Sencha hoped that this would not happen. They are late. All of them.

“What the living hell.”

Gilgamesh was here not seconds ago and he has to “run for some business”?! We just arrived. What business could he have?

Having just arrived on the planet our two leaders must keep their cover. Under no circumstance can they reveal their intensions. The goal to overthrow the current regime of the traditional vesselism following. Lost in their ways, contracted to the Universal Governmental System, and turning a blind eye to the devastation of ecosystems.

Their plan included revolutionizing the religious aspect of the tribal communities across sectors. Bringing them from the old to the new, connected, sect of vesselism. Looking at the creation of the gods for peace, not power.

This up and coming sect of vesselism called themselves the NeoVessels. They seek to separate the religion from all the ritualistic rites preformed by differing tribes. Connect the tribes into one universal religious rather than cultural view of the universes power.

Quinnadryl found herself in quite the predicament. Not only was she late for her meeting with the resistance; she was now backed into a corner. The smugglers, who up to this point had be close to business partners, had turned on her. Timing could not have been more absurd. Never had Hax crossed her like this. Reporting her to the UGS officials.

Hax was nothing more than a non vessel smuggler. A good one at that. Since the harvesting of their third moon Hax took his fate into his own hands. Bypassing the UGS for the transport of isotopes and seeds for crops. With the new found unrest across the sector he found that he had to decide. Decide to turn over his buyers and sellers, or go into hiding for the rest of his mortal life.

As stated previously, Hax decided to save his own skin for the profit of working for the UGS. This did not go well with the plan previously agreed upon. Hax was their ticket off planet did events turn for the worse.

They were now worse; much worse.

While Quinnadryl dealt with Hax; Gilgamesh and Sunrise finally met up. This meeting was also not part of the plan. Sunrise was tasked with orchestrating the deconstruction of the mining expo taking place on planet. Afterwards she was to meet Sencha and the others at the safe house. Given that the expo had been moved without notice, she had called on Gilgamesh for his aid.

His aid now turned into a distraction as they argued about their next course of action. Sunshine wanted to head back to Sencha and the safehouse on the chance they must leave immediately. Gilgamesh countered with the idea of attacking an outpost and finding the new location of the expo. Direct conflict was always Gilgamesh’s first choice.

All the while Sencha was safely waiting at the meeting point in ignorance.

Back to Hax and Quinnadryl. We find her barricaded into the office of her warehouse. No place to run. Hax and his grunts actively trying to ram the door inward. She reaches for her sword. Preparing for the onslaught that was about to come through that door. 

Blam! The door opens. Hax is the first to enter; his first mistake. Behind him are two extremely large men with spears. Their last mistake. Quinnadryl takes Hax hostage in one swoop of a fist to his sword. slams the door shut and pins Hax against the door.

The two men asuming it was her, waste their spears killing Hax. Quinnadryl quickly jumps out of the way before the two men can open the door and see what they have done. As the men enter she swiftly relives them of their heads. Now unable to see from the amount of blood on her face she stumbles around trying to find one of the body's cloaks. 

Once Quinnadryl was among the seeing again she exited the warehouse with all she had came for. She, now sprinting, headed to the rendezvous point where she knew the others would be impatient with her for the unnecessariness of her delay. There was no way in hell she was leaving planet without stopping at 10's Pharmacy. He had the best space cannabis around. Plus a few alien heads always helped at checkpoints. Toss a guard a alien head and it was smooth sailing.

Meanwhile Gilgamesh and Sunshine were running to the outpost to find the coordinates to an expo of goods. They planned to attack this outpost, and with the coordinates, loot all the space cannabis they could. What is space cannabis and why is it different than regular earth weed? I will tell you.

Space cannabis grows anywhere. It needs nothing to grow but the seed. Truly a scientific phenomenon that is unexplained but no one cares enough since it gets you higher than hell. Brought to us by the bug overlords right before the lizard uprising. It had bolstered the bug troops into sleeping through the entire invasion. The great part of it all was that the dreaded cult likeness of the world all faded away. All thanks to this space cannabis. 

This of course made it illegal when the bug woke up and the accords of tribalism were written between humanity, bug and lizard alike. This happening centuries ago; brought about the humanoid and failing purest humans that we encounter today on earth. Most humans were at least partially some other creature form of human that had shown up since the peace accord. The four we have been following considered to be mutts of humanity across dimensional space. 

-

Gilgamesh and Sunshine make it to the gates of the warehouse. Something seems off. There are no guards and the compound itself seems to be empty. They easily slide inside and gathered the coordinates from the computer in the back office. In fact it was odd of them to find one of their dealers dead in the back room along with his two goons. But they knew this was just circumstantial. 

Arrows fling by my head. At least what is OUR  head. Gil and me that is. 

Temp is what my closest vessels call me. Mainly Gil but I will get to that part when it feels right. 

Bonds. 

What are they except meaningful interactions with one another? The more you have the tighter they grow, inseparable and insatiable in the end. 

In this world we live in who knows what is really going on. We live knowing the past and hoping for the future. Knowing this I tell a story. A story of love, heroes, and adventure.

none of it mine; for good reason. However, it is still a story worth telling. 

Now back to the beginning. arrows.

As arrows fly over head Gil jumps to the adjacent roof top. This ass of an antagonist swiftly meets his god. Either his right side or left... honestly cannot tell from the carnage. What I can tell is he was left handed. decent aim. Bad close range reflexes. 

In the end his skill would be passable for an empire skumbag. Sadly he was just another angry, jealous nave of a man. Destined to open the door of destiny.

Poetic I know.

"Sooooooo.... not too bad"

Gil side eyes me with that classic look only the closest of couples have. His annoyance is obvious to even the most untrained eyes. 

"If only he would have talked first."

In agreement I stare onward. Unscathed myself I show my leadership with no response to Gil mending his wounds; which he had few.

Off we went to the brewing house we had agreed upon. The others no doubt were waiting.

Our escapades were met duefully with ale and communion; we ate and drank our problems away. It was a joyous reunion of our little hodgepodge group.

Ani looked like a bitch though. Made some backhanded comment about me... us taking so long. If he had shorter legs, "or a bow", we would have made it sooner. 

Besides rudeness we were the life of their establishment.

In time, as things wound down, a new party disrupted our claim to life; actually someone else's including themselves. 

In terms of brewhouse fights this one was underwhelming until we joined in. I mean an arrow to the head? Lame. Al’s knife to the left eye made much more of an impression. in haste we were swiftly shown out. shown with shouting and the ends of spears; shown swiftly. 

There was a short diversion while finding suede. suede sight that is. home. the fastest ship I've been on. 

"the only one temp"

Excuse me while I beat Gil’s ass: mentally. 

Ah suede sight. the name deriving from the sights we see... or is it the eye decal… couldn't tell you. 

Something to do with optical matter propulsion. according to Gil that is. that smartass. 

suede obviously luxury. built got the royalty of the SEGA tribe; now in the custody of the TEMP tribe. Here in our humble tribe we ignore the storm; embrace the tranquility of the eye of the storm. 

Fully holo racetrack, stocked brewbar, and gravity compensated hot-tub. only the best for the Aladdin of space.

Our leader, Gil, Stardate 11.249.73 SEGA. Blood Type: 1

6 foot 2 inches

160 pounds (kg)

"Temp. Please not all of our personal info"

Yet another side eye moment. 

We then have Ani the beautiful; Al the psychotic; and Wulf the muscle. There are many other bits of info I will  leak as our story proceeds.

Better?

Not a happy response.

The tribe, mid fight, are told we must control our powers. Specifically, I cannot even talk! Not to release a flex so soon. Our adversaries, capable of similar abilities, can hone in on us the more we use. Like the term implies this is difficult. These vessel abilities are similar to ecstasy or medical grade nicotine... addictive. 

As Gil explains this to the crew he breaks whose ship it is. Ours. 

In great robinhood style me and my mate Gil here swiped our own ship. Of course the imperialistic swine were outraged. Meant as a royal getaway; the other parties left are surely sore. I personally feel the tribal leaders got whatever they deserved. Gil and Ani disagree.

The tension between the universal governmental system (UGS) and our former tribal communities has grown to extreme places as of late. Leaving was the only kind of hope we could provide. Hope is obviously an uplifting word for cause of abandonment issues. Civilization will prevail regardless. 

On the off chance it does not... we have a sweet crib for the extinction of all life. At least ours if we get caught.

This UGS in the past had complete control over all tribes. Now we have the chance to turn that table. They dropped what we picked up. Life. Freedom. The technology and responsibility to solve all problems in this universe. 

Diagrams. Note to self: add diagrams of tech.

Now why are we running? The UGS (Universal Governmental System) has been mining isotope 738 for some time. In times past this meant capture or enslavement of peoples. Until our current situation this had been a minor thorn in our sides. With the current collapse of whole planets; this conflict came to reality. 

This specific isotope revolutionized many aspects of life as seen in things including our ship; the ai assistance and industries like mining and warfare. Giving us the main predicament. 

Mining had gotten to  an ungodly level. The collapse of the last planet we passed had created one I heard. Mostly likely too much for the poor being to handle. Blew into the infinite. 

That's one thing about vessels; too much juice from an isotope and they go boom. There are many factors to the potential for failure.  Like Al could definitely handle a god class vesselhood from a planet. Type 0 can do that as well as types as low as 2 sometimes. 

Mainly to do with isotope saturation in their air vacuum. Also known as lungs in combination with the heart and blood. The body can resist only so much. Too high and you get strange effects. 

Last guy I saw take in too much he vaporized a whole squad of multi maskers. One go too. No pussy shit and not finishing the job. A true vessel. 

Back at our ship contact had been made. 

A TETR localized squad ship entered our visual space. Sending us all into an alert frenzy. Shelter was not an option. suede burst into action. Suede being an S class luxury rider we were near offenceless. Shielding and evasive maneuvers were our only option. 

Shooting right Suede narrowly misses a direct hit. This specific squad ship having low visibility, was easy to evade into a blindspot. Once we had their porting lock number, we were able to board their ship. 

blows where exchanged.

no one was hurt.

AI defense.

The squad ship was set adrift after some lite looting. mostly fuel. their food supply. then alert systems set for distress. finally cut power.

It is always an eerie sight seeing a ghost ship. One you make even more so. Moving and at the same time seemingly motionless. A treasure trove for the brave scavenger. For our crew; yet another marker in the deep abyss. Pointing to our escape as plausible if not inevitable. 

Now in a place of seeming safety we finally settle enough to realize something astronomical. We had received the coordinates we needed. The supposed safe haven for those of vesselism and any who oppose the UGS. Not only was this planet part of a safety sector; they held information we greatly needed to exchange for the sake of all vessels. Information pertaining to NeoUruk.

This information indicates that sector MUMU possessed leads to the forbidden, or lost (I forget which), vesselism center. That center being an entire planet, the original vessel settlement. 

Vesselism being a pseudo religion and culture, depending if you look at the traditional or new age following. The traditional vesselism focuses on the rituals and rites that are required to use and grow your vessel handling. While the more modern view is almost explicitly concerned about the environmental impact of the UGS misusing their search for more vessel power. 

During the revolt of the SEGA sector the NeoVesselism sect attempted to secure a holding as a governmental power. This revolution, having failed, pushed the sect underground.

McGee awoke with a start. 

BTC just took off again for another bull for the third time this hour.

The year is 3030. Everything is on the blockchain; even the blockchain.

Our bug overlords have shown themselves to the nations. All has become of one governmental system. Known as the UGS, universal governmental system, this governing body stretched across the stars. 

Humanity had been enslaved by the dreaded isotope 95.

All that the resistance could do was wait for a time to flee this dying planet.

Earth Had been lost. To our bug overlords. Humans have been McGee'd; our individuality taken from us. We never stood a chance. The united front that humanity had built against the lizards blinded them to the real threat. The bug. Only those who respected the bug above all else were spared from this McGreed of the real rulers of our ecosystem we called a solar system.

If only I could have saved more. If I could have only fell to the bottom of the economical food chain with more. 

This was the only way to save myself from becoming a complete god forsaken McGee. 

It was McMonday and this punk was about to be late for his first shift at McRestaurant. McGee never really had felt like he was special, individual or uncommon in any way. Today was no different. Today was just another day. In fact McGee was many. McGee was what our world had become. 

This is our little McGee World.

This is the beginning of a story. A story that shows us how the humble McGee.

Went from minimum wage slave, to the punk of the century.

From working on Earth.

To owning

rings

of

saturn.

Here

is

the drip

that started it all.

Created a wave that never

stops even reaching the shores.

McGee will become his full self

right in front of us all.

Punks,McGee

.

Our McGee hero now sits patiently. Awaiting his next task. 

bleeep 

The hero checks his McPhone for his newly awarded task.

Garbage duty, again. Why does it seem that I always end up with garbage duty right after I fuck something up. They say that they do not punish workers anymore, but this makes me doubt it. Probably still beating the kids on the third level. Nothing seems to have changed in a while. This could be good or bad. Our hero hopes bad for the bug. He clocks in at work.

His employer greets him again in his same monotone way. "Brrrrrzzzt." He brzt's back. He mans the register. Next to him just another McGee. The McGee tries to greet him. He simply takes his first customer and is off. His day flies by, literally as many customers today were flyoids. Odd. On his way out he remembers the one McGal that came into the store today. She just stood there by the door while her employer went to eat. She seemed mcnormal.

His walk home was the best part of working where he did. It got to go by the entry gate. The massive compound that housed the portal out of here. He had walked around it many times. Waiting and watching for where he could enter to free him and his fellow McGee. This thought had been on his mind ever since the take over. It felt so long ago at this point. Humanity has seemed to freeze in age. No one grew old anymore, and at the same time no one grew up. This is at least physically. 

McGees, McGals and McTeens were all that remained.

Separated and kept to work with the slightly lethal isotope 95. This isotope found in most bug products and byproducts. It slowly shortened their time on the side of the living. The only deterrent or cure for this was to purchase isotope 369 from their overlords for extremely inflated prices. Causing a trap for all of human kind. 

They tell us the only way out is to comply. To live among the isotope 95 and never know true freedom. 

This McGee, our hero, knew better. He had the knowledge that was lost to most, but more than that. He had the courage to do what was needed.

He degened. 

Hard.

We find our hero in the depths of a basement. A lone McGal to his rescue. With this provided space the two have been plotting their escape from the planet. Their savior another McGee who came by with the plans to the infiltrate the bug overlord's portal room. This McGee came out of the upper levels of the McGeeverse.

The McGeeverse is what the bugs called the mcgee parts of town. Coming from this part of town was nothing to brag about, but was impressive to work your way up and not become bug yourself. This mcgee could be the one to save the regular mcgees before they became bug. 

The plan was this: 

Infiltrate the compound from that of the sewage system. The sewage system leading from the mcgee part of town... all the way to the bug part of town where they would have to emerge in the middle of a street from a mcgeehole cover. This was a two day walk through the sewage system. The McGee rebellion, known as tempest tribe, we prepared to take this journey. 

The mcgees would then steal an ss class transporter for their own use. Our savior mcgee staying behind to bypass the security systems. Surely sacrificing himself for the greater good. becoming a saint among mcgees. Although not all mcgees would escape the version 2 was sure to be much more thought out and have a real story line or something. 

Along this journey the mcgees gave each other names. This is where the mcgees revolted and fled the bug civilization for the stars and beyond. This tribe the beginning of what is known as the greater mcgeeverse and to that extent the tempest tribal system and histories. Follow along my other stories of my nft mcgeeverse as the story of escaping earth continues. 

The day was like no other. The Universal Governmental System and tribal tensions have been no higher than now. Current litigations show the abuse of power and subjugation against the tribal leaders and peoples. Specific leaders, such as that of SEGA sector, side with the UGS and their inhumane tactics.

Our story is that of a small, new tribe that appears to give hope to those under the UGS’s thumb. Here begins the TEMP tribe and their legacy.

It had been some time since Quinnadryl had seen Sencha. She hoped that the two would never separate. With the UGS pushing for more movement within the tribes it has been hard to stay connected. Sencha had been contacting her about some new tribe. Saying she found a way out of this madness.

Sencha hoped that this would not happen. They are late. All of them.

“What the living hell.”

Gilgamesh was here not seconds ago and he has to “run for some business”?! We just arrived. What business could he have?

Having just arrived on the planet our two leaders must keep their cover. Under no circumstance can they reveal their intensions. The goal to overthrow the current regime of the traditional vesselism following. Lost in their ways, contracted to the Universal Governmental System, and turning a blind eye to the devastation of ecosystems.

Their plan included revolutionizing the religious aspect of the tribal communities across sectors. Bringing them from the old to the new, connected, sect of vesselism. Looking at the creation of the gods for peace, not power.

This up and coming sect of vesselism called themselves the NeoVessels. They seek to separate the religion from all the ritualistic rites preformed by differing tribes. Connect the tribes into one universal religious rather than cultural view of the universes power.

Quinnadryl found herself in quite the predicament. Not only was she late for her meeting with the resistance; she was now backed into a corner. The smugglers, who up to this point had be close to business partners, had turned on her. Timing could not have been more absurd. Never had Hax crossed her like this. Reporting her to the UGS officials.

Hax was nothing more than a non vessel smuggler. A good one at that. Since the harvesting of their third moon Hax took his fate into his own hands. Bypassing the UGS for the transport of isotopes and seeds for crops. With the new found unrest across the sector he found that he had to decide. Decide to turn over his buyers and sellers, or go into hiding for the rest of his mortal life.

As stated previously, Hax decided to save his own skin for the profit of working for the UGS. This did not go well with the plan previously agreed upon. Hax was their ticket off planet did events turn for the worse.

They were now worse; much worse.

While Quinnadryl dealt with Hax; Gilgamesh and Sunrise finally met up. This meeting was also not part of the plan. Sunrise was tasked with orchestrating the deconstruction of the mining expo taking place on planet. Afterwards she was to meet Sencha and the others at the safe house. Given that the expo had been moved without notice, she had called on Gilgamesh for his aid.

His aid now turned into a distraction as they argued about their next course of action. Sunshine wanted to head back to Sencha and the safehouse on the chance they must leave immediately. Gilgamesh countered with the idea of attacking an outpost and finding the new location of the expo. Direct conflict was always Gilgamesh’s first choice.

All the while Sencha was safely waiting at the meeting point in ignorance.

Back to Hax and Quinnadryl. We find her barricaded into the office of her warehouse. No place to run. Hax and his grunts actively trying to ram the door inward. She reaches for her sword. Preparing for the onslaught that was about to come through that door. 

Blam! The door opens. Hax is the first to enter; his first mistake. Behind him are two extremely large men with spears. Their last mistake. Quinnadryl takes Hax hostage in one swoop of a fist to his sword. slams the door shut and pins Hax against the door.

The two men asuming it was her, waste their spears killing Hax. Quinnadryl quickly jumps out of the way before the two men can open the door and see what they have done. As the men enter she swiftly relives them of their heads. Now unable to see from the amount of blood on her face she stumbles around trying to find one of the body's cloaks. 

Once Quinnadryl was among the seeing again she exited the warehouse with all she had came for. She, now sprinting, headed to the rendezvous point where she knew the others would be impatient with her for the unnecessariness of her delay. There was no way in hell she was leaving planet without stopping at 10's Pharmacy. He had the best space cannabis around. Plus a few alien heads always helped at checkpoints. Toss a guard a alien head and it was smooth sailing.

Meanwhile Gilgamesh and Sunshine were running to the outpost to find the coordinates to an expo of goods. They planned to attack this outpost, and with the coordinates, loot all the space cannabis they could. What is space cannabis and why is it different than regular earth weed? I will tell you.

Space cannabis grows anywhere. It needs nothing to grow but the seed. Truly a scientific phenomenon that is unexplained but no one cares enough since it gets you higher than hell. Brought to us by the bug overlords right before the lizard uprising. It had bolstered the bug troops into sleeping through the entire invasion. The great part of it all was that the dreaded cult likeness of the world all faded away. All thanks to this space cannabis. 

This of course made it illegal when the bug woke up and the accords of tribalism were written between humanity, bug and lizard alike. This happening centuries ago; brought about the humanoid and failing purest humans that we encounter today on earth. Most humans were at least partially some other creature form of human that had shown up since the peace accord. The four we have been following considered to be mutts of humanity across dimensional space. 

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Gilgamesh and Sunshine make it to the gates of the warehouse. Something seems off. There are no guards and the compound itself seems to be empty. They easily slide inside and gathered the coordinates from the computer in the back office. In fact it was odd of them to find one of their dealers dead in the back room along with his two goons. But they knew this was just circumstantial.