War… the Great War. We won it—but at what cost? People were digitized, and the best of humankind swapped bodies for cosmic giants. All for victory… But we won—and at the same time, we lost.
And now my hull is rotting somewhere in the universe, while the rescue module drifts aimlessly through the galaxy.
Hm. A world? And it’s populated by people! By living ones… I must find out where they come from, and to do that, temporarily I’ll become one of them.
Punch Deck — APOCALYPSE
Scott Buckley — Juggernaut