Author: Designation Nuaa'qu Number 6

To: whomever it concerns

Subject: "Hello1"

"So this is it, huh?"

"Just constant warfare over asteroids and raw materials. Guess I made a good move leaving Terra, because that thing's long gone. Terra and its hunters and mobsters, gone, their decedents exiled to the far corners of the galaxy. No sign of the Narrows or the Swines, either. Peace at long last."

"...or so I thought. Visited a few worlds undercover... or in my usual self I guess since I'm no Skinwalker. Its disorienting, like, what the fuck is an 'exosneeg', did the sneegs migrate to space? Took a scroll through whatever history logs I could find that weren't grossly outdated and I guess the Makoban Space Agency still exists at Venvi... somehow. Didn't hear anything from Olympia apart from a few comments on how they could've won the war (which one???) with a big gun. I'm probably not welcome at the MSA, and I don't want to deal with the Makobans again."

"I think I'm gonna look for the one familiar face I can rely on. I seek none other than the King of the Skies."