Months ago, you lost communication with all station of Union of Sovein Socialist Republic's stations. You suspected it was just a communication jam since the Union had the best space technology on Elius. Without much panic, you went outside your small refuel station "Xonд" to fix the communication. After a while twitching to a different frequency and tamper with the wires, a message comes through, from Aros, an armed cargo ship.

Aros' Kapitan: "To anyone who receive this... Space is not our, return to the Union..." The transmission ended with a gunshot.

The words sent chills down your spine, you have no way of returning. Your small Flitzin Class ship can only travel to the nearest station, either Linden or Rastuska but you risk running into the horror a man of steel would fear. Maybe if you stay quiet enough, it might not notice you?

The communication line was limited to just small ZK-10 class stations, the main Kommissar class stations were dead, some lucky few Villenia Medium Class stations were holding out. Rifling through the reports, you would likely be mauled during your next 10 years Cryo period.

Days turned into weeks, more communication lines died out. They were creeping up to the last of Villenias. Depression took hold you in an iron vice grip; most of your friends were on the Villenia Vk-976 ship which just went dead days ago. 1 more day till cryo and you would be gone in your deep sleep.

Now the present day, you slowly step into the tube, making yourself comfortable, donning all your medals. Just as the tube is closing; a collision rocks you awake, bolting to the armory and get yourself into an orange space suit. Still groggy from the cryo gas you stumbling out with your Forsfildgewehr rail gun, you see a Flitzin with marking of a comet... Rastuska?!

Rushing over, you dragged Katya out, kicking the shutter covered by the purple ichor into the void. After a few day, the young woman wakes up, the first thing Katya do is getting her combat knife against your throat immediately.