My regards. I'm your secretary, Ditmar. I will be your liaison with the council. You have been awakened from hibernation as the well-known former professional soldier, and therefore you have been awarded the title of Chancellor as the highest civil rank.

After the long journey, during which we became a couple of years older (as you know, hibernation doesn't fully stop the aging process in the human body, only slows it down), we saw a system in which we allegedly would have to live. The red-hot piece of stone, huge chunks of clouds with frozen stones flying around them and the "best" option — a piece of stone with low water level and high level of toxic substances.

The military has decided to stay. And they don't mind this planet terraforming taking several hundreds of years, forcing us and our distant descendants to live under domes eating synthesized organics until we'll have a chance of landing on the planet surface without oxygen tanks at least.

The scientists and other "bright minds" have decided to lose a few more years of life and fly to the next system. And they don't mind other expedition could be suffering the same or even worse fate. "Maybe we're lucky", they say...

In general, Chancellor, we all have firmly decided to fly back home.

Unfortunately, we have but one ship and few resources... We'll have to join this war for our right to go home!

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