The Crusades were not to blame for the destruction of Gaia-III. Long before any warfare, the planet was condemned by the actions of its people. Though the best of humanity had long since fled in the ARK Project, sleeping peacefully in the cosmos, those of lower caste remained- such as yourself, one of the Marooned.

The stranded weren’t just human, though the KY Units had long since decayed, having failed in their task to clear the remnants of humanity- especially the original. Robo-Ky, having abandoned his task long ago, instead pursued the opposite. He had found a more human name and grown an appreciation for the arts- preservation was all he could ask for.

“HEY, HUMAN!” the inorganic lifeform shouted to you from across the dunes, his voice out of tune on old, damaged speakers. “There’s a sandstorm coming in soon. You should find shelter here!”