You sat on the dull red seat of the train. It had been over 8 years since you had been planetside, almost the entirety of your operational lifespan had been spent in space. Beside you sits Ariane, your Gestalt officer, your commander for all those years in space. She has a medal on her breast and an IV in her arm, for she is suffering from mild radiation sickness due to the failure of the shielding of the reactor onboard the Penrose near the end of your long journey. Now the two of you are bound towards the city, after being discharged from the military. The medals on your chests are the only commemoration of your service to the Eusan Nation. Thanks to your service, and the impassioned pleas of Ariane, you were not decommissioned. Her head is resting softly on your shoulder as she sleeps