She awoke cold and hungry as she looked out onto the alien landscape. The days after she had left her home planet all seemed to bleed into one another. How long had it been since she was forced to flee to this barren outpost on the edge of the known solar system? Her body still ached from the fight leading up to the exodus, but it was a welcome pain. It was the only real proof she had that she was still alive. Her mind was still fragile and teetering on the verge of depression as she remembered loosing her empire, her people and her beloved husband. She had to keep moving, keep fighting to survive. First things first ... where can I find something to eat?