Compiled from Flier Maxine Nerra's diaries on V-Arcto-I and Promisco files on the mission.
We weren't the first on Arcto. This, of course, is one of a space explorer's worst fears. Any flier going further than his own moon undergoes hundreds of hours of lectures and simulator-training to prepare for the possibility. But there was a gap in our education: we were not prepared to meet humans. When we got to Arcto, the Advancer Corp. was already there.
It had been almost half a century since Advancer and Promisco had interfered with each other. They were still rivals, obviously, but each had enough spies in the other to keep business separate, and had long before realised it would cost less to do so – in both human and monetary terms.
Until Arcto. The promise of profit on Arcto was too great. I now suspect that the upper echelons of our company knew what we were getting into, and Advancer was certainly aware that we had our eyes o