“How can I choose if you won’t even give me the mission?”Gault raised ramrod thin arms to shrug. “Alright, I’m in. Failure only means dying forever. What are we going to do?”
Gault's home world is shrouded in near perpetual darkness. The only light to touch the surface occurs when massive cyclones form cloudless shafts at the center of one-hundred year storms. Bioluminescence helps the nocturnal creatures under the canopy of clouds to conduct their lives. There is a sever lack of genetic diversity on the planet. After much time and research the scientists among them discovered a serial number imprinted on each cell composing their bodies. It is speculated, the Tisel, Gault's species, were a genetic experiment deposited on an inhospitable planet and left to fend for themselves. Whether those who put them there have forgotten or if they monitor the experiment is unknown.
Gault was an engineer during life. He labored in the underground facilities that converted nutrient rich magma flowing around the planet's core into every usable thing the Tisel needed. He was one of the rare people who had stubbled on the perfect job for them in life. Life had satisfied him, until one day, he tripped and fell into a massive crucible of boiling magma.