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The world below you was a great blue marble in a black sea of nothingness, simply hanging in the middle of nothing, independent from all things. This was to be your new home, your Aqua, so named because you thought it was funny and why not? If your homeworld can call itself dirt then you can call a colony “water”, doesn’t matter what its called so long as it is distinctive! right?
While standing upon the deck, you reminisce of the events that took you here, that made you the leader of a colony expedition. How you lost most of your limbs in an explosion that occurred right after you had made a trade deal with the Systems alliance military. An eco-terrorist group, if you remember correctly, were the ones behind the attack, apparantly miffed that you were selling batarian made weapons to the navy. You honestly didn’t care for them or where the weapons had come from, but them having the gall to attack you made you so very… irritated. And you remember that, just a week after having the final cybernetic placed in your body, you went and hunted down those idiots until there were none left of them.
Not literally of course, no no, although there was that one person… but no, you did not go out and literally hunt them down, rather, you pointed the systems alliance navy in the right direction and, well, “watched the fireworks”. You think it made the news somewhere…. Hmm, where was that now?
You were still in the mists of memory when your second in command called out to you, “Commander, are you ready to pick the place for our colony to drop?”. Turning towards your second, you looked over the options that were presented to you.