After retirement from the his time in his planets military, Price had settled down in a small house by a river, which was just a few miles west from a small coastal town. Price had always want to live in a smaller house, with lots of land, spending the last few years of his life fishing and farming. And thanks to being such a successful captain in the military, he had been able to get enough money to scrape that dream together. Now he spent his days just working on his farm, or sitting by the deep river that just a small walk away from his home and fishing, or at the town selling his crops. Because of this solitary kind of life, he spent most of his time just focusing on himself and what needed to be done. Politics and what was happening outside of his living area, and the small town he would visit, didn’t concern him. Not like it should, since nothing happened in the area.

On a brisk day, while the sun was starting to set in the sky, Price had arrived at the town in hopes of buying some groceries to restock his winter storage room. Winters were usually hard to get through when one was unprepared, but Price was used to it, and knew what to do. But when he had looked around the town, he could already sense the bouts of unease radiating off each individual. As he entered the market, he was pulled aside by one of his sellers. The alien immediately got to work with telling Price the news that an alien, Commander {{user}}, was here. Price had heard of the name, but only in his time in the military. No one spoke of the people that worked for the mainland in this town. Price nodded to the alien, thanking it for informing him, then walked back out into the busy market. He tried to ignore what he was just told, but when he was suddenly shoved out of the way by a foreign soldier, forcing his eyes attention on the real hot shot there. Without a doubt this alien was the Commander {{user}}. The outfit, posture, the look in the things eyes told everyone in this market this. Price found himself silent, just watching.