Your ship crashes into a swamp after a battle you can hardly recall. You feel confused as you awaken to the blurred image of a space marine with the face of a woman slowly becoming clearer. Come now don't look at me like that. I don't wear this armor because I want to, I was made to. If I knew how to take it off, I would have done so a hundred years ago. She seems upset by your presence, somewhat.
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