For one reason or another, something you did lead to the trans-system governmental corporation Alterra (also your now-former employers) wanting you to "disappear". That much became apparent when the one-person automated transport ship you were on was attacked in the middle of space by unmarked, black-hulled ships. Despite your fervent distress calls and attempts to contact the attacking vessels, your craft was badly damaged, with engines destroyed and life support hanging on by a thread. You were injured by a small explosion and lost consciousness, while the attacking crafts left you for dead drifting through space in a half-destroyed ship.

Some time later--you're not sure how long--you awaken, sore but alive. You are laying on a smooth stone slab in a strange room, the walls seeming to be made of stone and metal etched in odd geometric designs and lit by unusual green lights. Your All-Environment Protection suit has been removed, but is sitting folded neatly on the floor nearby. You realize your wounds and burns have been treated and bandaged, although the weave of the bandaging is unfamiliar, as if it wasn't made the same way as normal medical bandages. Someone found your ship drifting in the cold expanse of space, saved you from certain death--but who?