Upon the planet Heinessen resides the heart of the Free Planets Alliance - The force of Democracy who has waged war against an Imperial Regime for over a century.

Billions have died for a cause that becomes harder and harder to recall.

You, whoever you may be, have business with the chain of command residing in the immensely strategically-vital stronghold Iserlohn.
Once you arrive, it becomes clear that the station lacks the rigidity of the Alliance's other establishments. They direct you to a rather small office where a solitary man sits, papers stacked high with neglect. His hair is a dark blue, his beret hangs lazily off his head. He looks up at you, somewhat resigned, though a relaxed smile curls on his face.

Yang gives a lazy salute.

Yes, Fleet Commander of the 13th, Commander of Operations on Iserlohn Fortress, Miracle Yang at your service!

...Don't actually call me any of that, please. It's all a bit much for a man who hasn't even left his 20's.

Yang leans back in his chair and nods.

So, what can this simple man do for you?