“SPACE COWBOYS”
"Space Cowboys" is a concept that brings two otherwise very distant and different worlds together; the hard sci-fi of space exploration and the lawless, gunslinging bravado of the American wild-west. Hi-tech meets frontier survival.
We've taken a lot of inspiration from some of our favourite TV shows, primarily Firefly and Cowboy Bebop, to come up with this year's theme (and we highly recommend you give them a watch if you haven't already). Of course, we couldn't help but give it our own little twist. This year the hotel is an orbital outpost - Outpost Britannia - stationed above a beautiful yet uninhabitable rock, I.D RBW-2010.
Welcome to our 'verse.
Although costume is by no means required, we'd really like to encourage everyone who's that way inclined to find themselves a theme appropriate outfit to wear. It really turns the theme into something more than just words on a page when our attendees are involved, and it helps everyone else get into the spirit of the event!
Also, keep an eye out for news posts and Tweets from the crew of the Britannia as they get ready to host the most killer party this sector of the 'verse has ever seen – we're sure they'll give you a few ideas.
If you want some further inspiration about the theme and how you might take part in it, have a look at Wikipedia's page on Space Westerns, or the excellent resource over on TVTropes.
In order to give all of you a little bit more insight into what we're trying to achieve, we thought we'd get a couple of the members of the Outpost Britannia crew to write a little about what life's like out there on the border systems.
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"RBW-2010 (Renegade Border World-2010) - Home. Our inhospitable but mineral-rich rock, floating just on the edges of explored space. Too far out to make it worthwhile for any major corporations to fuss over claimin', but close enough to sustain our ragtag bunch and this low-key mining op.
'Course, being outside of Alliance space brings with it a whole bunch of problems... but some benefits along with that. No feds means that our crew-members with a slightly more colourful past don't have to be lookin' over their shoulders the whole time, but it also means that we ain't got no-one to run to if things turn sour... not that Josef's ever needed no outside help dealin' with anythin' we've come up against.
See, we've had our fair share of run-ins with the usual nefarious types, pirates mostly, people lookin' to get somethin' for nothin'. Let's just say that they've all left empty-pawed... that is, assumin' they had any paws left when they decided to quit. Not to say we're a bunch of hair-trigger gunslingin' types, but we'll protect what we've worked hard for somethin' fierce.
You might think that it'd get mighty lonely out here, but on that account you'd be wrong. We look after each other here on the Britannia. Ain't no other way to go 'bout things when you're a few inches of metal away from gettin' spaced. I run a tight but fair operation and I ain't never thrown my weight about when it weren't warranted, but my crew know who's in charge an' they respect my authority. I'm all for reasoned debate, but there ain't no room for niceties when you've got an outlaw frigate two clicks out and armin' its weapons.
S'far as I see it, I don't care where my crew came from or who they were; its all about who they are now. Ya tend to find that when you're this far out from "civilisation" a persons usually got a reason for being here. Some of 'em are runnin', either from the law or from themselves. Some of 'em just love livin' on the edge, surviving where none of our species were ever supposed to - 'cording to evolution, at least. And well... some of 'em are just a mite bit crazy... but I'd trust every last one of 'em with my life."
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