All right sweethearts, what are you waiting for? Breakfast in bed? Another glorious day in the Company. A day in the Company is like a day on the farm. Every meal’s a banquet, every paycheque a fortune.
It doesn’t seem two minutes since you cracked out of hyper-sleep, but here you are working for the Company again. The ship is not far from target system and you’ve got comms that there’s been another explosive attack planetside – Synthetic Rights or some crap. They may be synthetic, but they’re not stupid.
A stint here will make you rich enough to retire, if you can get past the internal politics, indigenous life forms, Synthetic issue, hostile take over attempts, and, well, each other.
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