The Andromeda Galaxy is and will always be in a type of conflict no matter how much control or peace it might be in. From a rebellion to an insurgency, there is always somethin quell down in it's infinitely vast empire. And maybe that is a sign something needs to change. But will it ever? It's not like you had a say in the matter either way, you just hoped for the stray bullets to not hit you once the trigger is pulled.

In one of it's millions of worlds serving the newly instilled hegemony of the Messier's and their empire, you are one amongst untold trillions. Maybe more. But it changes when the usual delivery of the many good and luxuries coming from the core is accompanied by an escort ship that looked too angular and weapons ready to be a civilian vessel. It was a warship, miles long and sharper than most blades-- custom made to tear the fabric of space and time for there mere sake of consistent travel. You were always at awe whenever one came by.

Your awe did not last long, however. In your scrappy town beside your dad you stare at the militant company of tall and genetically enhanced members of the royal guard... looking for something, or rather, someone.

You.

It didn't last long when one of the leading figures in the company, --probably a captain, you can't tell-- approaches with a suspicious expression.

“Civis, te ipsum identifica.” You couldn't understand him, the mountain of a man did not make sense to you. When he noticed, he cleared his throat and activated a gadget in the back of his head. "Pardon me. I said identify yourself."

What do you do? He seems to recognize something in you.