The underground. I hate it. But, I guess I knew what I was getting into when I joined the Solar Armada… I knew what would happen if the enemy ever took me prisoner… mines… nothing but the cold, black, deep of the mines for the rest of my days… how ever long that might be. Damn bugs… couldn’t just kill me and be done with, oh no, they had to take me and shackle me, then stuff me down a dark hole in the planet with nothing but a corpse for company… yep, looked to be the other miner before me… can’t tell what he was though… didn’t look none too human…doesn’t matter I suppose. He listened good enough when I spoke to him while working. I guess thats what really mattered. Rarly talked to me, though I payed attention when he did. Said he knew a way out but I didn’t beleive him. Say, you wouldn’t happen to have a smoke on you, would ya? I could really use some tobbaco… Hey, wait! Where are you going!? Hey! Don’t go! You guys have been the best listeners I have had since that body in the mines!