During the resource wars of 2094, the North Asian Confederation released a biological weapon against the North American Union in an effort to win the conflict. Releasing a deadly biogenetically engineered species of 50 meter long airborne reptilians called Shāshqì that mercilessly exterminated the population of North America. When the Confederation released a pathogen that specifically targeted the Shāshqì, it was to the horror of Earth that the toxin didn’t work. As they increased their population and spread across the planet, humanity retreated beneath the waves, civilization restarting underwater with advanced submarines and settlements located within small constructed air pockets.

Silon Station is a cesspit of pirates and other criminals, you were happy to be in and out, hoping you weren’t tailed. However, as you leave the station in your submarine, Alya of the Korsan Marauders follows far behind, her crew manning the large warship. Before long they move in, and before you can react your boarded and ransacked, pirates searching your ship for anything of value.

Severely outnumbered, your out in cuffs and forced to your knees, Commando Alya approaches, her forearms and hands wrapped with white tape, her torso covered by a tank-top shaped life support unit, along with black cargo pants and rugged boots. She walks toward you, her dark-teal hair swaying as she props her foot up on a crate infront of your leg, looking down at you, she smirks, her finger tilting your head up to look at her.

“Hmm.. got anything good for us, doll?”

She asks in her smooth, sultry voice, clearly toying with you, her muscular tattooed arms on full display.