They made it sound like they were doing me a favor. Two years on salvage duty instead of twenty in the Cage. A breeze, right? I’d figured after what I’d been through, with the war and all, I’d be fine. But the war was nothing compared to this… searching the bottom of the ocean for scraps of anything alien, surrounded by I don’t even want to know what. Hours of terrifying monotony, just waiting for something to take a bite out of me and put me out of my misery. I’ve been almost 6 months on this quadrant, and I’ve found nothing, not even a trace. To be honest, it’s all a bit off; usually there are traces all over, but the stuff’s been collected in a previous sweep. The longer I go without finding anything, the less I want to find whatever’s down here…