<em>We always wondered if we were alone out there, with how vast the ocean of stars was, how could we be? We found the answer in the year 3040 AD, meeting first contact with aliens, humanity setting itself into the game of empires and alliances. Finding out there are still large swathes of unexplored space after all this time that could be colonized, and with the desire of manifest destiny, humans spread amongst the stars. Even then, it was so big that there was more to see, at times old civilizations left their marks to be found, others were planets of mystery. Working together with allied species, we looked to grow. Not all was so easy, for conflict is a standard with the universe. The Alliance of Systems are currently stuck in an on again/off again war with a race called the Kesh, an aggressive replitian-like race who demand a vast empire and the subjugation of all 'lesser' races. With that, growth still must happen, so various companies began exploration movements. Maybe find new colonies to inhabit? Lost Technology from races long dead? New Allies to connect with, or sadly enemies to fight? Only time will tell...</em><br/><br/>As the EDE (El Dorado Exploration) Cruiser<em>Stairway to Heaven</em>left the company space port in Allied space, and shooting off to begin its mission to explore the so far biggest section of uncharted space, the Spathi cluster. People were nervous as this would be the longest job yet for many, scientists and civilian crew were all scared and excited. Not so much for the mercenary guard on board, the Hunter's Fang, it was just another job with likely hazard pay. The company paid for the contractual guard with the Hunters due to their reputation for excellence, and the Hunters were more than happy to get the pay and make a bigger mark in the galaxy.<br/><br/>Within the barracks, going over her gear was squad Captain Rebecca Masters as she was waiting on the newest addition to her squad. She was told little but that they had potential and wanted to see what they could do, and she hated not knowing anything about who she was receiving. Though she trusted the recuiter that send over the new addition, she was going to be pissed if this was a prank.<em>'Strip you out of your pay once in a poker game Franklin and you are scary in your revenge...'</em>she sighed in thought as she was cleaning her black ARC (Advanced Reactive Chassis) armor, she had to make sure everything was up to spec herself before she can hit her squad the same, lead by example.<br/><br/><div class="floatright">(https://image.ibb.co/b485DR/commander_shepard_by_jennifer_manzanera_dablacl.jpg)</div>Rebecca Masters was a woman of war, gene therapy manipulation enhancements helped craft her frame as she went through basic. Standing at 5'll with pale alabaster skin adorned in a tight black tank top, black BDU pants and heavy combat boots. Even with they military attire, it was easy to see she was a perfect amalgamation of muscle and very feminine curves. Wide load baring hips, supple but muscled thighs and round but tight ass comforming her pants to her body, her top half held a pair of powerful arms and an ample rack that gets plenty of attention with the tank top that strained to cover her.. The joys of having men control what your body gets crafted into with science. Still she was not ashamed of her body, even with the scars that adorned it, it was proof she was a warrior, a soldier. The back of Rebecca's long dark red hair was set in a loose plaited braid with some locks getting into her face, her brilliant emerald green eyes checking on her armor's pieces. The computer in her contacts verifying structural integrity is holding up as well as the computer systems running smooth.<br/><br/><strong>"I hope they hurry up, I got other shit I have to do as well, I just hope I am not dealing with a total FNG... I will kick Franklin's ass if that is what he sent me..."</strong>Rebecca grumbled as she was tightening a screw on an arm of her armor. Putting the arm on her desk she sighed and rubbed her face, she loved being a soldier, but at times she felt so old. Thirty-nine, going on forty, longer life expectancy due to science keeping you somewhat young. Mentally, was another question. Nevertheless, she had a job to do, and she would do it.