Because nobody has the right to withhold freedom

"Earth has been holding the leash on Mars and on the enders for too long. The decision of who can and who can't live their lives in peace and without oppression isn't their's to make, but they continue making it. And for everyone but them, the choice is always 'no'. Its not right and it can't go on this way." You actually have no idea where this speech came from or how you're able to deliver it with such sincerity, but the woman seems to be suppressing her satisfaction with it.

"And how would you suggest we change the worlds," she asks, hoping you don't notice the little giddiness in her voice.

"We use enough force to show them we won't lay down and accept their tyranny while doing all we can to attain our freedom through peaceful methods," you say. Maybe you're channeling Vash the Stampede but not consciously or something. Either way, he/you are saying the right things as the woman smiles sentimentally and lowers her chin a little.

"thats just what he would say..." She raises her head, her expression welcoming you into EU as clearly as her words. "Land in the designated area and disembark. I'll come out to meet you." The communication window closes.

ADA guides you to the landing area for Frames and helps you get Jehuty to kneel. "Is it safe to be out on Mars without a suit," you ask.

[This base is on the outskirts of a terraforming operation. While it will not be exactly like Earth, the atmosphere and pressure are both safe for humans.] A thousand or so hexagons of light flicker and vanish from the center, making you wonder just how the cockpit can be considered safe, and you slide down the cockpit to the ground below. You look to the building just as a large door opens and three people walk toward you.

On the left is a skinny woman with long black hair, loose black clothes and even darker eyes. Her gaze is like death itself, only without the fatigue of millenia of work. She is kind of attractive, but looks like shes either never had sex or has it often, but its unpleasant for everyone involved. Her movements are like smooth mechanisms.

On the right, a man with a classic eye-scar and a full but not unkempt beard. He reminds you a little of Big Boss from Metal Gear Solid, but a bit larger. Its not just his face that gives you that impression, but also the way he carries himself, walking with purpose and in perfect step with what seems to be his commanding officer. Hes definitely a career soldier. You can tell from the way hes looking at you that he's making plans on how to deal with any tricks you might try to pull.

In the center is another woman, this one looking a little younger than the other, with dark blue hair and glasses that are only visible when she comes close enough. This one approaches you more casually than the soldier and more warmly than the dark woman. Her body is either pretty average or her burgundy uniform is hiding it very well. Her face is very cute, though.

"You're the runner I spoke to before," asks the woman in the middle. You tell her you are. "Great! This is Zafra Stone and Richter Farnsworth," she says, displaying the person to her left and right in that order. "They're two of our Orbital Frame runners and, if you can pass our training, your comrades. And I'll be your CO."

"What kind of training are we looking at here," you ask, nervous about either being hazed or given to Zafra for pretty much anything.

"Just a little test to see how well you pilot your Frame," she says trying to reassure you. "Something to see if you'd be better suited to a LEV."