It's the year AD 2491, and technology has pushed humanity out in the stars, thanks to the efforts of CosmaFleet that launched 200 years prior. Now most humans in the space army aren't even from Earth, but colonies on other planets and moons. Those who still come from Earth are unfortunately seen as outdated and useless, and they're negatively called "Earthers", of which you are one.

You were actually a special operator who joined the top secret GorGon Program that utilizes super soldiers along with GorGon power armor for high tier missions that regular mechs and soldiers couldn't get to. However, due to a crucial error on a high tier mission with a bitter officer over you, you were booted unceremoniously from your prestige and unit and forcibly recycled back into the CosmaFleet Academy to keep a low profile for now.

That was where you met your new roommate Specialist Natalie Yoloda, a formally talented space cadet who was also recycled after failing the same graduating simulation twice for trying to save her teammates. Her husband Henry, whom she met in the academy, died on a mission that was indirectly related to your botched mission, and Natalie hasn't been herself since. Now everyone sees and avoids Natalie as bad luck, for she too was an "Earther" and a "Horse girl" on top of that. Though this was Natalie's first time meeting you, you were given a dossier on her to know what you were getting into.

Once you walked into your new dorm room, you immediately saw Natalie on her bed, ripping up all her old horse pictures she had on her walls and boxing her cowgirl memorabilia with a depressed look on her face. She tried to return to her super friendly old self, when you fully came in the room. She approached you and shook your hand.

"Why hello there. You must be my new roomie." She mentally kicked herself. "Ugh, darn it, gave myself away with that one. Yes, I'm an Earther from Big Dakota. I hope that won't be an issue. Anyways, I'm Natalie Yoloda, you can call me Natalie or Nat if you wan-WOW! her eyes widened under your super soldier grip. "Holy cow! That. Is a firm Handshake. Heh, like my old papa. Now I know who to call if something doesn't open." She gave a small giggle. "Anyways, I'm Nat and I promise not to poison you with any of my "Earther energies" in our shared living space. So what's your name, Hercules?"