It is 2125, Mars has been bent to the will of man via terraforming, and the red planet is now a mere resource to be mined for corporate gain.
It is almost bucolic in its stillness, like the unmoving deserts that dot the far-off Earth, and yet something rumbles under its stillness: Unrest. Wind twists red sand into small tornados across the endless dry wastes.
Mars looms just far away from Earth to be an afterthought to most people.
