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You begin as a nameless settlement beneath the gaze of the PlanetHall’s towering arches. The Hall doesn’t see you yet — your task is simply to survive.
Your colony’s name begins to echo in the corridors of the Hall. Supply lines are secure, defenses hum to life, and your people thrive.
The Hall doors are still closed, but your words carry through the arches. Trade, politics, and broadcast shape the perception of your colony.
Your banners are carried inside. Rival Houses take note. The struggle for a seat begins.
The great arches are no longer a distant dream. You sit among the Five, your seal etched into the Hall’s marble for all of Mars to see.
The harsh Martian environment has claimed another life...