BLADE Tower - 1921 Hours
I don't wake up in the morning to tell myself that today's the day that my world's going to end. I wake myself up in the morning to get out of bed, get to work and do my job. Because frankly, my world already ended, in the most real and literal way possible when the Big Bad Xenos came and blew it up right in front of our faces. Ever since the Whale evacuated us off of Earth I dedicated my life to doing everything I can to preserve, protect, and prosper our tiny piece of the once Human Civilization. And until today, I've been pretty good at it.
I spent the last two years keeping myself trained, practicing diligence, researching on how to be a proper soldier, getting acclimated to life through a Mim, and working on maintaining the White Whale as we journeyed through space in search of a new home. We were all terrified. We felt way too exposed out here in the dark and cold, and after what happened on Earth, nobody knew what to expect anymore. It was only a matter of time before the Aliens came and turned us into dust. But the months passed, and it started to look like that once again our species was alone in the Universe. The Universe is a cruel place. I never forgot this, and while many of my crew mates grew soft and lazy thinking that our troubles were gone and good, I kept myself prepared, I kept my eyes on the stars. While everyone gradually settled into their comfy homes inside the West Coast styled Hab Unit near the ship's center, I remained vigilant. And as we ventured into the second year of our voyage we were attacked again. And only by some miracle on our part were we saved, as our ship was in fact destroyed in the Xenos' onslaught we happened to be within throwing distance of a Life Sustaining planet.
The Brass named it "Mira". A pretty name, for a very unforgiving world that seems to have it out for us. Now it was my time to shine. The old Military types immediately banded together to answer our city's needs. Yes, we have a city. That fancy Hab I mentioned survived the crash and now forms our species' last safe haven. Or at least it would be our last safe haven if we were actually here. You see, during our "Trek through the Stars" it was a unanimous decision to have us all operate in our Mimeosomes - artificial Human bodies that can perform just like the organic variety, but without the issue of being able to age. We could feel pain, we could eat, we could sleep, sweat, take a dump, have sex, get tattoos, and dress them up in silly outfits till we puke. Also we can puke. But this isn't "us". The real us is lying somewhere on this planet, waiting to be woken up again, and until the Lifehold is recovered we are in serious danger. That's where BLADE comes in. Our job, is to find that Lifehold, and protect our City from the Indigens and Hostile Xenos that inhabit this world. I'm a part of Pathfinder. the Division of elite BLADE operatives who's job is to explore this world, and to adapt to whatever threat we stumble across. Like I said, I'm pretty good at it. I've jumped rank these past two months and now I'm going through the selection process to join among those considered talented enough to pilot one of our few remaining Skells.
I am Xavier Moran, and until this morning, I was a distinguished BLADE Operative who served honorably. And now I'm sitting here in a dark corner, with a hole in my shoulder, with my chances of piloting a Skell in shambles, and a story to tell.
Soon, my interrogator will enter through that door to pry from me my recollection of Today's events.
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Any minute now ...