After the fall
of the Second Galactic Union in 1716 GY, a ten-thousand-year
dark age settled upon the galaxy. Interstellar travel was
non-existent, and many star systems descended into a near-barbaric
state, buring coal and gas for energy, and growing food directly
from exposed topsoil.
In 11,203 GY, a
treaty between the Empires of Tremain and Galium formed the
Third Galactic Union. Ships of the Stellar Patrol (a pseudo-military
wing of the Union government on Tremain) began exploring the
galaxy, searching for the human civilizations that are the
remnants of the Second Galactic Union.
You are a native
of the planet Gallium. Although it is one of the most politically
powerful worlds in the Union, Gallium is no garden spot. In
fact, the Gallium Chamber of Commerce brochure entitled "Ten
Great Reasons to Visit Gallium" ends on page 3. The author
ran out of reasons after listing just two.
For five generations,
your family has served in the Stellar Patrol. Your great-great-grandfather
was a High Admiral and one of the founding officers of the
Patrol. It was taken for granted that when you came of age
you would join up.
Now, more than
a year after signing up, and two months after being transferred
to the S.P.S. Feinstein, you are still only ranked Ensign
Seventh Class. You superior officer, Ensign First Class Blather,
has been making your life miserable. You're begining to wonder
if you're really cut out for the Stellar Patrol...