A dim red sun was seen through the snowy clouds and smog of the UMFs largest planetside shipyard. Sparks were falling from overhead as Lieutenant Supervisor Daryn Maddox paced through the project space of the uncompleted ship’s berth. He had spent years conniving and clawing his way out of abject poverty to achieve his goals. His plan to escape the UMF would finally come to fruition soon. His aide followed him closely as he inspected the piece and parts on the nearby machining benches. His clenched fist hovered at his hip next to his legendary relic pistol that had been his in ages past as he watched a worker with shaking frostbitten hands fail several times to assemble a critical component of the ship. Daryn shoves the worker out of his way and near effortlessly assembles the component with his warmed gloved hands as the break alarm rings allowing the workers to spend a bleak couple minutes to crowd around the few stationary area heaters. Daryn continued working as he knew that he could stand next to the heater anytime he wanted and this way he knew he could have the component ready to be installed by the time the break would be over.<br/><br/>The UMF was a dystopian corporate monstrosity posing as a free market union after the global collapse and the onset of the great darkness. Daryn heard the shuffling of feet behind him. He responded immediately with a sudden spin kick knocking a crude pipe pistol out of the hand of the worker he had pushed to the ground one too many times. His guards rushed over immediately, dragging the worker away to the security office. Daryn hated what his position often required him to do so that he could reasonably expect and hope that he might one day escape the bitter cold. Hours later after dealing with the worker accordingly at the end of his shift and talking to one of his close associates at one of the nearby staffing offices for the UMF navy he returned to his cold apartment. He lit the small wood stove beside his bed with some pallet wood he had acquired at a supply depot. He opened a cupboard and pulled out a nearly frozen bar of pemmican he had prepared decades ago in the wilds of the Yukon. He set the pemmican to warm up on a plate sitting on the stove. As he waited for his food to become edible he opened a hidden compartment in the wall and pulled out his bible and began to read from it. The ancient book was written in a form of English not spoken for centuries which Daryn was quite familiar with.<br/><br/>Several weeks later Daryn sat across a table from the Regional Manager the heir apparent to be the political officer on Ambition which he had toiled for years to bring about its success before its competitors. The panel of officers looked on Daryn with scrutiny seeing an old man who had been recommended by the office of human resources as the ship's security officer. A manager spoke up, "so tell me Mr.Maddox what makes you most qualified for this position?" Daryn replied, "I am extremely skillful at ensuring human shortcomings don't interfere with the success of the project I am assigned. I have ensured that the construction of your ship was not hindered by the lack of resources and skilled workers." Another Manager interjected, "You would insist that our processes are flawed?" Daryn quickly and flatly replies, "I would. I have heard recently that our Martian competitors have been able to produce a similarly capable ship in half of the time. I have no doubt that corporate espionage has played a role." The first manager piped in, "if you think this why didn't you do anything about it?" Daryn's reply came accusingly sharp, "It wasn't my job and I was told just that by security supervisor of ship yard. I have noted all suspicious activity in my reports which is as far as my duty extends." A long moment of silence hung over the conference room until the Regional Manager spoke up, "Will you be do anything and everything to ensure success of the ship's mission?" Daryn paused and then confidently spoke, "I will."