


As you step onto the drop-ship you wonder about how this is going to be another routine "sweep and clear" and how boring its bound to be.

You are quietly laughing to yourself about how stupid of a thing a bunch of dumbass scientists would have had to do to warrant the cavalry coming in to save em', and how its probably something as simple as what happened back on the "Euchre" outpost. You were supposed to be headed back home, back to the small colony established in the "outer veil", RN-229, in orbit of a particularly pretty main-sequence star where you have been stationed since you joined up.Īfter briefing and a quick rundown, you still have no idea what on earth you've been woken up for, or whats been put between you and a nice warm bed at home apart from 130 light-years.Īccording to the CO though, it's a distress call from some big dead rock in the ass end of nowhere. You and your fellow marines have just been awoken from hypersleep, you are given time to shower, dress, eat and suit up before being crammed into the hangar for briefing on why the hell you've been woken up three weeks early.
