► Medical Professional

You are James Foster, a Medical Professional for the Gaia Initiative.

And by medical professional you meant that you were expected to act as doctor, surgeon and pharmacist. You were even able to act in a limited capacity as a psychologist if need be thanks to your older sister who had pushed you to get a certificate for the mission. All to say that you were there to make sure the colonists remained healthy of body and spirit, a thing you knew from experience was necessary in those kind of environments.

You had served as a frontier doctor on Mars during expansion efforts. There you had learned how to deal with malnourished colonists, viral diseases and more heavy machinery accidents than you would have liked. In any case, you had come out an experienced doctor at a relative young age. It's that kind of experience that landed you the role of a junior medical officer. A junior officer on the second to last ship admittedly, but a junior officer nonetheless. And on a brand new world, far away from the large masses of Earth and Mars, that left you with a lot of room to move up.

Physically, you'd consider yourself decently good looking. You were no Adonis by any means, and while not particularly fit, you kept a good enough diet that it left you with some muscle definition. You were sporting short curly black tangles on top of your head and very little else when it came to body hair. You had tried to grow a beard once to very poor results and ever since then you had kept a close shave that left your face looking somewhat younger than what your late twenties would suggest.

The part of your body you were proudest of however was your cock. At 7.5 inches long, it left you with a sens of pride that, however childish you knew it was, made you happy with yourself. Hey, whatever works for you am I right?

As the shuttle docked with the Skidbladnir (you really needed to find it a better nickname you thought), you and all of its other passengers were guided to the orientation room. While you had already undergone extensive training before boarding for the flight, this was the last chance to go over mission critical stuff before you were put under stasis. With that done, you were guided to your pod and told to change into the provided underwear before finally getting yourself ready for a 120 years nap.

As your pod door closed and the sleeping gas began to burn your nostrils, you found yourself thinking about what laid ahead. Singing up was a big commitment, but not one you regretted. It was going to be an adventure that was for sure, you only hopped it was going to be a good one you mused as you drifted to sleep...