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Our story begins in the year 2214. Aboard a Daedalus class ship used for medical transport, The USS Light Of Man, NCC-398.
A human, blind yet knowledgeable of his surroundings, rushes to the pod release bay, He looks at the subject he selected, an african woman with an afro. He looks in hope as he looks at his prototype holo watch. “You’re not the best…” He thinks “But you will do.” He transfers the pod to his shuttle, quickly shutting the cargo bay as soon as the pod is in and launching out into the void that is the final frontier while being pursued by several Columbia class starships. His shuttle jumps just in time as it is hit by a round from an enemy ship as he goes to a seemingly normal asteroid, far from any sort of Class M planet, disguised among many others.
“Holy Shit… Thank lord, I made it through that.”
The shuttle parks in a lab, hidden within the asteroid, and he removes the pod, moving it into a vat of warm liquid before he “looks” at the subject within. He looks nervous facing in the direction of the pod, hoping that his subject doesn’t wake too early. He walks off, going to do work and probably have some Buddah’s Choice noodles while he is at it. And as time passes he keeps working to keep the woman alive, knowing that she is a sign of hope. Despite his associates calling him crazy, he continues to try to make the colony 'better' in his eyes.
He removes her from the pod to put her in another, an orbital preservation pod that has not been launched yet. He paces back and forth after making the preparations to send the pod into orbit. He sighs looking at the woman within… and then beyond. Underneath the blindfold, he sheds a blood stained tear.
“I better be proud of this at some poi- good god, why am I crying?” He wipes the tear off of his cheek as he launches the pod, and eventually…
she awakens.