The date is June 8th, 2320 - 34 years before the events of the last server...
0500. "Rise and shine troopers! On your feet!", bellows your Colour Sergeant, rudely awakening you from your slumber.
You're aboard a Federation warship, the Jutland, currently in transit to the Alpha Hydrae system - you've been at sea (for the naval parlance never really went away) for a little over three weeks now. You're starting to feel a little restless, but today's the day we're finally scheduled to dock with the Ticonderoga to take on fuel and supplies - and with that the promise of at least a night of shore leave that should give you and your fellow troopers an opportunity to stretch their legs and get a good meal in you.
You're a member of the 104th Hauk's Heroes - a proud Mobile Infantryman by trade. You may be a veteran - lulled into a sense of false security by a decade of fighting rag-tag separatists on far flung colonies and repelling small scale raiding parties of Skinnies on the frontier - or you could be fresh out of boot. Whatever the case, you're here for one reason: six months ago, the Arachnids, a ten foot race of alien insectoids with blades for hands, on Christmas Eve no less, launched a mile wide asteroid at Earth, destroying Buenos Aires and claiming over ten million lives.
Sky Marshal Dienes, the Commander-in-Chief, has declared all out war on the Arachnids; you're here to levy it.
Tomorrow you'll be boots down on the sands of Klendathu, the fabled home-world of the Arachnids, to get some justly deserved pay back.
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