We didn't know what was in this sector of space.
So we sent a fleet. With the best technology, the best people. A fleet completely self sustaining, intending to be in space for an indefinite amount of time.
That was over a hundred years ago. The original crews of the ships in the 6th Exploration Command have grown old, they are now retired, living in the habitat colony vessels. Their children, supplemented by the few volunteers who have cryogenically frozen themselves to help the second generation, now man the labs and the ships.
There was always a person back home answering the phone. On Earth. The United Sol Alliances always picked up the phone, always updated the 6th Exploration Command with new findings in science, new technology, and new developments. Two days ago a message was received from Earth, a brutal attack by an unknown force. Then silence. Nobody was picking up the phone.
The Admiral looked at his ships, over two hundred vessels strong. Millions of soldiers, hundreds of thousands of armored vehicles. A force to be reckoned with. But how long would it take to get back to friendly space? He turned his back on Earth, instead looking towards the horizon. He would find a new planet, a new place for Humanity to call home.
You are a pilot in the 1st Vanguard Mechs. Pilots of massive bipedal machines. You are the first ones to step on a new planet, the first ones to explore a new celestial body. The first to experience the hazards of exploration and the first to witness the wonders.
There are ten squadrons. You were the first.
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