When you are a super-soldier in the service of the Evil Corporation, the work is overwhelming. We conquered nations, stole nuclear arsenals, even somehow handed over the Statue of Liberty to a metal scrap yard. Not to mention the fact that we, the super-soldiers of the Corporation, overthrew cowardly rulers and seized power over the remnants of the decrepit Earth Federation, drowning in the blood of everyone who stood in our way. Eh... those were fun days. But time on Mother Earth is running out and we, the best of the Corporation’s fighters, have no choice but to agree to another insidious plan our bosses. They conquered the Earth, right? This means we’ll also capture long-lost human colonies, hehe... We’ll turn from hardened super-soldiers into assessors of the suitability of distant planets for capture. But there’s something I don’t like about the disgusting expression on the face of our evil scientist... I mean, the successful outcome of teleportation is less than one percent?! Oh, you su...!