So, let's hit up the basics first; The group that ran the prison complex from before are called the UGSR. It's like, the United Global Sovereign Republic, I think? I mostly just call 'em pricks, though.
Heheh... See what I did there?
Yeah, you swore. That was really amazing, man.
Alright your sass is gonna give me a fuckin' aneurism, I swear! Just zip it for a while, you'll get the info you wanted. Deal?
*sigh*... Alright. Deal.
Cool cool. Anyway, the Unies. I dunno how you don't know about 'em already, but they're our rock's excuse for a government. Buncha' bureaucrats who sit around all day whining about how the rest of us aren't doing enough work while they do fuck all. Their elections are all rigged dick-measuring competitions between two puppets who stand for the exact same thing, and whenever anybody does something they don’t like, they just sic their Legion dogs on 'em.
Hmm… I don’t know. You sound a bit biased there, man.
And why wouldn't I be?! What, do you like being used as human *fucking* cattle? They'll milk you for all you're worth, and then send you to the damn slaughterhouse when your time's up.
What a positive metaphor… Look, I'm not saying that the UGSR is good or anything. The way you describe it makes it sound awful! But… That’s sorta the problem. My mom used to drill the whole ‘innocent until proven guilty’ thing into my head, and it’s sorta stuck with me, haha... And besides, there are always two sides, right? Don't they at least help to provide some order?
Hehehe… Wow. Y’know, if I didn’t already know it, that would’ve been a dead giveaway for your age right there. There ain't a whole lot that’s more kiddish than optimism. Uhh, not that it’s an *awful* thing, I guess... Look, just don’t go talking like that to the pukes back at HQ, or they’re gonna start thinkin’ you’re a turncoat.
Yeah, I work as a field op for a group called AIM. Stands for… Uhh… Fuck, I dunno what it stands for. Apeshit Intergalactic Maneuvers? Whatever, the point is that we’re the ones who have the balls to stand up to the Unies, and hit ‘em where it hurts. The Commandante - In other words, my boss - gave me orders to fly out solo and evecuate your from the Unie prison block you were in. The mission briefing mentioned incorporating you in AIM somehow as well, so uhh... Welcome aboard, I guess. Commie'll probably drown you in backstory once we get to 'er for debriefing, so that’s all I’m gonna say.
Your Commandante, huh... I don’t know why they’d care enough about me to send you out. I've never heard of them before. And anyway, I’m just some dumb kid...
Well, you’re some dumb kid who’s made a name for himself! Uhh… Apparently. Look, don’t worry too much about it. You’re gonna fit riiiiight in at AIM, trust me.