The Centre Cannot Hold
The group is a team of Sentinels operating from Locus at the behest of a Firewall vector named Mister Poe. The proliferation of independent habitats in this region and the lawless nature of its inhabitants prompted the creation of a team to deal with emerging x-risks and to gather intelligence for Firewall.
The group is a team of catspaws operating from Locus at the behest of a TITAN calling itself Mister Poe. They think they are preserving the interests of transhumanity but really they are chess pieces being manipulated in an unfathomable game between Poe and a Promethean (or TITAN?) named Omega.
The problem is, half the team isn’t even aware of the second possibility. The ones who are play their cards close to their chest, trusting no-one and doing anything possible to establish the truth of their situation. Paranoia is growing and Mister Poe is beginning to ask questions about the team’s erratic behaviour.
Things fall apart, the centre cannot hold; mere anarchy is loosed upon the world. Can the group reveal the truth and end the TITAN threat before “The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere the ceremony of innocence is drowned”?