"Its very safe now sir." the IFN recruiter was saying. "The IFN has the situation well under control and there are plenty of firebases and outpost in addition to several proper settlements on Arkadia. Its really the way to make it big these days. Start with nothing and end up owning a piece of the planet. Yes sir, will be easy for someone as brave and smart as yourself." Simeron sighed, looking down at the many forms to be filled out for the 'free' passage to planet Arkadia in the Celeste system. The IFN were really trying to get people to go there to colonize the new planets and he was sure the stories were just that, stories. Sure, a few lucky souls would hit it big and live larger then life but, the vast majority would be living, at best, comfortably and at worse, scraping by. Still, there was the chance he would be one of the ones that hit it big. So he filled out the paperwork, handed it in to the recruiter and looked around at his fellow passengers. 'Quite a gaggle of geese I am being tossed in with.' he thought looking around. It wasn't long before an IFN Marine Sargent came by and sent him and the other men down one line and the women to another where they were poked, stuck, prodded, bio cleaned and fitted into their nice new yellow jumpsuits and shoes. They were then moved unceremoniously to the waiting ships. 'One last look back.' The thought popped into his head as he climbed up onto the lift that would take him to the waiting starship that would bring him to his new 'home', planet of Arkadia in the Celeste system. For better or worse, he was leaving the old, established world behind and striking out on his own to make it big or die trying. As he laid back into the cryo tube, he wondered which it would be. "Okay Treasure Hunters, wipe the cryo out of your eyes, we're disembarking to the New Arrival center now." yelled an IFN corporal in armor with some kind of rifle in his arm. Simeron shook his head a bit and wiped his eyes, following behind the line of men and women plodding along the corridor into the New Arrival Center. There he found all kinds of items, clothing, weapons, exhibits of exotic animals and plants and many helpful people all saying how wonderful the planet Arkadia was. A Treasure Hunter's dream. He picked out a nice "rancher" hat, some clothes that suited him and a good pair of boots. A set of good armor including a full helm and a nice hammer, two pistols, one laser and one BLP and a good guass rifle. He looked in the mirror and nodded. 'Not bad, not bad at all.' he thought to himself. He started to head to the teleport to the surface proper when an IFN Guard stopped him. "You can't take any of that with you sir." he said with a chuckle. "Pardon?" Simeron blinked. "You think we're here to give away the best stuff we got to new arrivals while the people that have fought for years here have this kind of stuff?" he said holding up a rifle that had seen better days and tapping his well worn chest armor. "Well, I suppose not. Why do they let you put it on and get it all fitted to yourself then?" "Can you think of a better way to drive the economy then getting a bunch of dreamers a taste of the good life and the finer things before dumping them into the wilderness to make it happen?" the soldier chuckled again. "Besides, do you even know how to use any of that stuff you just picked up? You look all nice and shiny." "Shiny?" "Yeah, all nice and shiny like a new rookie all fresh and ready to go off and make a name for himself....by getting killed or someone else killed. What's your name anyway? What's going on your tombstone?" "Simeron Steelahmmer is my name and I don't plan on needing a tombstone anytime soon. Back home they called me 'Dwarf' because I'm stout and like to use hammers to build things." The soldier chuckled once more, "You'd do fine I suppose. Most of the planet is secure nowadays anyway. Make sure to do the starting missions they have down there and you will get some starting gear. Won't last long but enough for you to get your feet under you and a feel for the place." he said as he watched Simeron putting everything but he yellow jumpsuit and shoes back on shelves. "Any advice for a 'shiny'?" Simeron asked as he stepped onto the teleportal to the surface. "Make friends. Smart ones to help you out, maybe a mentor, and stupid ones." "Why stupid ones?" "Because you don't want to make all the stupid mistakes yourself Dwarf, some of them are fatal. Best of luck." the soldier replied hitting the transport button. It didn't take long for Simeron to move through the starting missions, gaining a bit of armor, a hovercar, a light pistol and a bit of hunting experience with a pair of blades as well as his pistol. He tried his hand at the treasure finder which also found e-mater and ores he noticed and found several teleports he could move quickly around to as needed. He also found out that Arkadia might not be as 'safe' as people were being told and that there were "Oratan" on Sentosa, the main continent that still infested mines and other places. He was assured they were only a 'minor threat' but advised to "let the IFN take care of them" rather then try to take them on himself. It sounded like good advice. He ended up at the Celeste Quarry that seemed to double as both base to hunt some of the weaker creatures on the planet and a trading post/bazaar where many colonists, both new and old, met to do trading, socialize and do business. He saw several people that reminded him of the soldiers advice to get stupid friends as they tried to attack larger, obviously rather dangerous lizard like things and were quickly eaten, only to be reconstituted back at the revival terminals intact if none the wiser. Others were helpful with advice and directed him to Celeste Outpost to join 'swhunts' or sweating hunts to draw in some badly needed PEDs. He had a bit of an advantage over some of the other colonist in that he had not started out dead broke but has a small stake to begin with. The advice he was gaining was more valuable then loot to him because it was free and saved him PED in the long run. He found the head of the Greenleaf Mining Company, Neil Greenleaf, who took him on as a mentor and into his company as well as giving him some starting equipment to begin working his mining skills. Kevin VII and Jordan too him on some hunts and gave him guidance on what weapons to use and what were the best animals for him to be hunting, even letting him borrow a Cyrene Scorpion until he could afford his own. More and more, he learned things to do and not to do. But, slowly, that starting stake was being drained down. He began to wonder how long it would be until he could manage to keep his PED card full enough to supply his repair and ammo needs. So he headed off to try "sweating" and found that a group of people could "swhunt" far better then a single person if gaining sweat was the goal. Once he collected this 'sweat', he found several people that used it to make Mind Essence, a substance used by Telepaths to manipulate reality. "Well, I'm not going to strike it rich overnight I can tell. But, I do think I have a shot at being comfortable down the road. Think I will take up being a trader that hunts and mines. Guess we will see."