"Ladies and gentlemen of all ages, welcome aboard the mothership. As you know, my name is Niard Lux. I don't care if you are classified as perfect specimens, imperfect, or even cast out by the Empire,"
he said, looking at the faces gazing at him. "Here, you are all equal, with no differences in rights. This is not the Empire. It's a new era, and you will not be forced into harsh conditions like before,"
Niard stated, presenting some laws he had established to manage the work environment on the ship. Everyone murmured; they had never lived close to imperfect specimens before—it seemed like a fantasy.
"As you can see, there is no place left for humans to live. This doesn't mean we will stop here and not search for a land that can accommodate everyone. You have the freedom to join my army or remain as citizens,"
