► Robotics Expert

You are James Foster, a robotics expert for the Gaia Initiative.

That title was misleading however. What your really were was a programmer, engineer and all around grease monkey. Hell, IT might have been a closer job title because you were certainly expecting everyone to ask you to fix their problem. Whatever the case, you both knew how to write a mean code and how to fix a motor and both of those were needed on a mission like this one.

The work you did on Mars, while not ground-breaking, was good enough as to manage to land you the role of a junior 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...