After 200 years, the war is over. Our species is finally free of the prison. Generations were born and killed there. It was the only place that any of us ever knew as home. We have our freedom now, but it does not feel right.

We spend our time planet hopping, searching for a new place to live. Sometimes the planets are inhabitable. Sometimes they are already inhabited. Nobody wants to share their planet with us, the losers of brutal war, where only the prisoners survived.

Now we prisoners are free of our cells, but we cannot find another home.