It was supposed to be an in-and-out job. Get off the ship, salvage any usable tech, and get the hell out.
There weren't supposed to be any survivors, not on a decades-old wreck on an unstable planet.
There certainly wasn't supposed to be an unpredictable storm trapping me on an Impericorps cruiser with an Impericorps warrior class Cyborg.
If we ever want to get off this carking planet, we'll have to learn to work together, repairing an old Impericorps ship with just each other for company.
There’s no time to fall in love… right?