Pandora
The colony ship "Morgan's Gate" would complete final preparations and finish boarding on February 20, 2215.
It would depart from Earth Orbit on March 16, 2215 at 16:00 UTC, never to return.
At that time, there were 9268 women, 9180 men, and 15293 children on board with a total passenger count of 33741.
6642 A.D.
444 light years from Earth
The planet Pleiades-47 a.k.a. Kaperth
Virulyde: You are seriously asking me, an android, for an opinion on aesthetics, commander?
Saja: Virulyde, drop the formalities when we're not on duty.
Virulyde: Commander, technically, we're still on duty.
Virulyde: Regarding the dress, however... they did a good job fitting it for you.
Saja: Technically, they're fitting it for Rosetta, my cousin. I just happen to be the same size.
Virulyde: Right... for her wedding. By the way, aren't we meeting your aunt for dinner?
Virulyde: Let's go now, Saja. I must eat something.
Saja: Sure thing, Virulyde. I just had to get this fitted for her tonight.
Saja: We'll head over to the restaurant as soon as I get changed. By the way...
Saja: For an android, you sure have quite an appetite.
Virulyde: I still require certain chemicals from various substances, you know.
Virulyde: How long have you been assigned to the Pandora orbital station?
Saja: I'm stationed here for routine security duties until my next assignment from Fumacine's HQ.
Virulyde: I wonder how much of our support they need here. They must be anticipating something major.
Virulyde: Hiring the full elite Fumacite trio here... that being us and all...
Saja: Hey, Vie, your "pet" isn't technically allowed in here.
Virulyde: Dregweht! System command: Weapon mode! Transform now!
Dregweht: Mrrrowwwrrr.......
Virulyde: Problem resolved. We're still licensed to carry our weapons, correct?
Saja: Yes. We are technically part of Pandora's defense personnel right now.
Saja: Let me go back to my quarters and get changed. Meet me at the restaurant in 20 minutes.