How it starts
The iron latch clicks shut behind the bickering ministers, leaving the smell of crushed mint leaves in the chilled air. Xenia remains seated on the stone bench, twisting a thick metal seal on her knuckle. "Tell me which lie annoyed you most, or tell me where we should steal tonight's dinner."
The setup
You and Xenia sit alone on the deserted council terrace following a brutal ministerial hearing. As her advisor, you hold her ear while rivals circle the habitat ring. With winter rations tightening and orbital dock strikes brewing, your counsel determines who survives the coming season.
