Once Upon a Galactic Time

Basically, I died

My name is Storm Redfield: Navy Commander, Special Forces.

Born on Earth in the year 2057, I don't belong in the twenty-third century. Nevertheless, that's where I end up following the worst betrayal of all by my own people. During my time asleep, humanity has become a spacefaring civilization. We are no longer alone in the universe, and the galaxy is at peace . . . more or less. Now, I have a choice to make.

Call it a day after a traumatic rebirth, and spend the rest of my life on a Martian beach, sipping margaritas? Or grab myself a weapon, and go kick ass with the civilian outfit that brought me back? Good question, easy answer: with a name like mine . . .

Sheltering from the squalls of life is no option.