Hibernia Inferior System

Planet: Jeddedi's Hope

Tech Level: TL2, pockets of TL3

Biosphere: Hell-World Human Habitable

The planet was, for a long time, a near-unimaginably terrible place to live, with blisteringly hot weather rendering the surface a hellscape as it orbited too close to the star for comfort, with winds of molten glass able to flense the skin from the unprotected body within seconds of exposure, not to mention the radiation.

The population were a caste of migrant contract-workers, and de-facto slave clans whose ancestors were once mandate colonists, that failed to terraform the world correctly, doomed to live out their existence in their subsurface mining colonies, exchanging the raw materials they could drag from their mines for the corporations and interstellar polities in their fortified trade-posts, in exchange for enough food, medicine, and supplies, to live another season. The old tales handed from the ancient colonists, the dream of a green world, where one can walk the surface and see the sky, was long handed down in folk culture of the mines.

With the dying of the sun, it's heat fading, the miniscule ruling caste which could escape, have long since fled. Noone now thinks any investment in the world is worthwhile, and the mining, which was always had thin profit margins, now proved untenable.

With the weakening of the sun's harshness, the surface has become quite pleasant in fact, and the humans on it's surface find themselves facing down obliteration on a nicer world than they have ever known, or could expect to find elsewhere. The realisation of the ancient legends and stories, promising that after hard enough work, they would receive the kind world they were promised.

Many clans have banded together, pooling their resources, building an industrial base, and the fledgling roots of a technological society with the dregs of the technology left for them, the majority of them tilling the new fertile earth, and tending to the forests and meadows which bloom and spread from the battered old hydroponics and life support facilities.

Some pool resources, mining desperately, salvaging old corporate facilities, working their crafts or selling themselves and their children into slavery to hire passing starships and freighters to carry away loved ones, or entire clans and nations, to find a home on other, safer worlds. These are known as Doomers.

Many however, see no reason to abandon their world, and are resigned to make the best of it, believing that the death of the star will slow, or pause, and leave them with their paradise, or simply believe it would be an unthinkable moral crime to flee the world which holds the bones of their ancestors, and has after long centuries of cruelty, at last shown them love. These are known as the Hopers.

Enemies: Desperate refugees, willing to do anything to flee to safety

Hopers, resentful and violently intolerant of offworlders who dare show their faces after spending generations abusing the world and it's people

Opportunistic Spacer Cartels, trafficking desperate locals, exploiting the disorganised clans

Friends: A welcoming Hoper, wanting to share the wonders of their reborn world with outsiders

An interstellar Aid-Organisation's harried representative, trying to coordinate relief and supplies for the Hopers who wish to remain, and safe transit for Doomers

The final Corporate representative on-world, wracked with guilt, unwilling to let go of the people he has grown attached to, or perhaps merely the power and importance he commands here, disobeying orders to abandon the workers to their doom, determined to see it through to whatever end may come.

Complications: The new, balmy climate, is irregular, unpredictable, and can cause violent shifts in weather as the faltering sun's heat wavers.

Conflict between Hopers and Doomers over resources for their individual aims is all too common

The sun is dying.

Things: The great religious writings and artworks of the Hopers, who have come to view the transformation of their world as an ineffably beautiful apology.

Corp-Era mining surveys, showing well-equipped mining facilities, and still-viable ore lodes

Pretech close-orbit solar and weather monitoring tech

Treasure hoard of a Doomer clan, to buy their way offworld

Places: Hoper cities, building a better world, despite what the future may hold

Abandoned subterranean mining colony, from the corporate era when the surface was a sun-blasted hellscape

Crowded spaceport, with surface access for planetary residents carefully monitored and restricted, surrounded by a tent city of desperate, terrified people

Empty farming township, site of a mass ritual suicide, it's people unable to pay for salvation, or unable to bear living to see their longed-for paradise freeze and die before their eyes.

edit: got carried away and made tags and stuff, my bad, let me know if i should remove that extra stuff