And all you have to do is do that 10 times and you're free and clear, full pardon and carte blanche to do as you please.
3 degrees above absolute zero planetoid, irradiated hellhole and unimaginably warped sector of space-time in the pursuit of some more then likely meaningless alien can opener. What that means to you is being sent to every godforsaken. The HMR Corps has one mission: to gather research materials for the Magisters to aid in whatever xeno-war we're dealing with now-a-days. They made me out of whats left of the brains of the unit before you. Well, my name is Steve and I'm a computer. Some of you might have even joined voluntarily.
Some of you probably committed crimes against the state. A lot of you probably angered your local Magister. I'm sure you all have your reasons for being here. Hello, and welcome to the Hazardous Materials Requisition Corps.
