OOC: Sorry this took so long.
I lean back, my E-Kit keeping me propped up to quite a degree. "It's not a very glamorous story, but it requires some backstory. The L-RL-TRU, which stands for Long Range, Lone Term, Recon Unit, is a distant descendant of the U.S army Rangers, and, as such, our main job is to go to planets that have potential for colonization. We were on a nice planet, we called it Kokomo because of all the beaches and were doing all the usual things we do; looking at the local flora and fauna, checking out food and water supplies, seismic activity yadda, yadda, yadda. Before we could set up a real base we got hit, hard and fast by an unknown alien entity. We never saw them coming...twenty of us managed to get off the planet, but they sent some kind of highly advanced drone after us and it seriously clipped our ship and we had to bail...then our escape pod crashed...now I'm all that's left." I say. "Sorry about that...I tend to ramble..." I add.
