The sound shifted, and suddenly there was a figure behind them. A human shape, towering over the marines and attracting several stares. Only he was wearing powered armor too. There was something more graceful about this set—less of a tank welded around a creature not meant for it, and more something specifically crafted for his form. There was no need to carefully reverse-engineer armor for bodies like this. “I see your face, Lucky. I know what you’re thinking. Don’t doubt. The Pioneering Society will bring peace when this is done. If we succeed today, it will only be the first mission of many. There’s a whole galaxy above us. But we can’t explore it until we finish cleaning our own backyard.”