Twusiy is quite a bit larger than Mars, with a diameter of about 9600km. The atmosphere is very dense.

Twusiy has a class A starport in its capital city (bearing the same name). A network of a gazillion workshops spread from the starport like veins. Pipelines from the refineries to the north lead to a big fuelling station.

Several hundred million people live on the planet. Society has splintered into various groups, each trying to live according to slightly different rules. In order to allow for this, an elaborate system of rituals and organisations have been set up such that each person can be ruled according to their allegiance. The entire system is controlled by a caste of programmers. It all sounds very benevolent until you find that it’s hard to switch your allegiance – and then it dawns on you that you’re living in a feudal technocracy.

At the starport gates, travellers are warned: neither military weapons nor light assault weapons past this point, including SMG. Confrontation with the security forces is rare (throw 5+ to avoid harassment and/or arrest by the local authorities).
Average imperial tech level. Availability of sophisticated combat armour, Model/6 computers, primitive robots, grav belts, drives L–N. 

There is a gas giant in this system.
The locals are rich and well off. Economic refugees from neighbouring systems are welcomed for the internal labour marked needs plenty of new hands. At the starport, various agencies are trying to enlist all who came with low passage. The biggest of these agencies is the office of Ziph Pharmaceuticals, run by Dame Afia Kyekyeku (♀).

Star System

Naming Conventions

Name Components:

fa[th]amogu[ng]ibaya[sk]e[tw]usijosa.lma.nbeka[ch]e.m[gr]egoriyu[sp]u[th]u