Martian Successor
31 Jan 2016Ronin Vakris
So the words "Martian Successor" were inscribed on the outside of my cryo pod. What does it mean? Only wish I knew. The only lead I have is in the name itself. Martian Successor. "Martian" as in Mars? What other Martians are there? I doubt another Mars popped up even in the one hundred and five years I spent as a human archaeological find in that stasis pod. Heck, according to those.... Federals? Federation scientists, I might not even be entirely human at certain intervals. Whatever the hell that means. Guess my only choice is to get a permit to the Sol system, visit Mars. See what happens. Hope to whatever space borne deities exist that 105 years hasn’t done away with any clues that might have existed about what happened to me. I have to find out what this all means. Why was I frozen in that pod? I had a life. I had a... purpose. Why can't I remember clearly?
To get that permit I need to enrol in the Federation Navy Auxiliary. Going through this Galactic Federation's military Navy Auxiliary Program wasn't exactly on my to do list, especially since their boys in white lab coats wanted to dissect me, ship me out in a bottle to their paymasters and make me into some kind of experimental weapons development program. But if going to Mars gives me a clue as to what the hell happened to me, who I'm supposed to be, what I was supposed to do. Then it's worth a shot.