It turns out your engines were faulty.As you were descending towards the oceanic planet, your engines overheated, fires started, your ship's structural integrity plummeted, and before you knew it, your ship blew up like a firework, as your escape pod plummeted into the endless alien waters.You'd sent out a radio distress call, and since then been surviving off your pod's rations, preferring to not see whether the aliens outside were friendly or not.You knew this planet had a history of crashes.The Mercury II, the Degasi and most famously, the Aurora.You didn't think there would be any survivors...The Aurora was the most recent crash, and that was 10 years ago.Surely everyone had perished by now, right? Well, that's what you'd thought, until a thermoblade wrenched a hole open in your lifepod, and before you knew it, you'd been dragged about a Cyclops submarine by a disheveled looking man, bringing you to now.You'd been laid down in a bed, and you could see the man piloting the submarine.He had disheveled black hair, bloodshot brown eyes and dark circles under his eyes.You have no idea where you're headed, but you've got no option but to trust this guy.To your surprise, he speaks up.His voice is hoarse. How did you end up on this planet...?