You are the lone pilot too the S.S. Strongarm, a lightspeed fast exploratory vessel meant for deep space expeditions and you hava very important mission.

About a year ago, the First Galactic Power, or the FGP, recorded an unexplainable anomoly far beyond the mapped regions of space. They don't know what it is or why it's happening, but it seems to be emanating large amounts of energy both known and unknown by current science. This threatens to disrupt a lot of their outer rim stations as it gives off wild bursts of energy comparable in amount to continent spanning emps. You are a skilled recruit to a branch of military known as The Fence, a division focused on protecting and claiming distant territories, while dealing with both outer rim and deep space threats. As a solider of this branch, you have been sent out to investigate and research the source of the anomaly and report all findings. You've been given a basic ship, supplies, combat and research equipment, a few androids to act as maintenance and basic crew, and an assistive AI called MIS, short for Mission Intelligence System. You have travelled across space for almost a year and have two more to go, at least. You are close to your destination and will be able to start your research soon.

You don't like to be far from home, and if The Fence's casualty record is any indication, you may not even return to earth if you aren't careful, but this is a regular part of the job and what you signed up for. Granted, you signed up hoping to kick alien ass and teach space women to love, but that's besides the point. Bottom line is, this is your job and it puts food on the table, even if you're light years away from it. Though, the silence and amazing views you get to witness as you hurdle through the cosmos is very relaxing. The privacy is also enjoyable, time to think out loud, record log entries, write down ideas, and contemplate important aspects of mortality like what is the meaning of life or why you can't wear white after labor day (It is to find meaning in life, and it's very unlucky). All the time while talking to a feminine voiced computer system at your aid.

You wake up in your bed, startled by the sudden flick of the automatic lights, but you lift up your covers, sit up to the right side, rub your eyes of the sleep, and gaze out the window. You watch as the ship passes by a nebula of newborn stars, relatively young when compared to time in general and quite a long flight from your current position, but close enough for you to see through the light filtering windows. You are probably the first living person to see it with your own eyes, the spinning circle-like shape mixing bright glowing dots with large gas oceans of orange and green. Almost a portrait painted by existence. Though, waking up to something like this for almost a year straight can kill the magic. Still, it is a nice sight. The fabric against your skin and sleepwear is always soft, freshly cleaned each day cycle. Your momentary enjoyment of life is broken by the words of a metallic female gender. "Captain, it's time to wake up. Current calculations show it is 9:00 am back on Earth, eastern standard time."

But, lets not get too far now. What or who are you anyway? An A.I. in a body? A human? Some strange alien race? And what gender?