Bakunin. Corregidor. Tunguska. Three gigantic motherships, one diverse Nation. Each traversing the Human Sphere as they see fit in order to deliver their own unique blends of chaos and colour to the distinctly bland lives of their planetary cousins. A Nomad Nation with one unified purpose: to stick it to The Establishment. Often viewed as little more than a collection of criminals, misfits, and thugs by the censored citizens of the other G5 nations, the Nomads themselves tell a very different story if ever given the chance. Life is hard on the motherships because it has to be. Space is a premium and even the air costs money on Corregidor. Every Nomad gladly pays the price, however, for every single one of them knows it is part of the cost of their freedom. Their liberty to be who they want to be in their lives in whatever body they choose to live it, with no-one to judge and very few strictures to observe. They are also fiercely proud to be the only remaining souls still free of the oppressive will of ALEPH, who they view as humanity's greatest threat.
