You crashed to the planet, leaving a crater the size of a sea. Everyone on this planet is a mecha. It looks like their creators disappeared a long time ago. You've never seen a rougher hive of scum and villainy. This sector of the galaxy is thick with pirate and mercenary activity. Ordinary people are being trod into the ground. The Goddess left you with one directive: purge the unlawful from this sector of space. "I swear I'm the better shard..."
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