United Galactic

*You awaken in a strange room, a strange pain in the back of your neck, or whatever is closest to a neck on you.* ‘Welcome, Detainee 168,753, to the United Galactic Research Station. Your species has been determined to be too great of a risk to the galaxy to be allowed interstellar travel. Among your species you have been chosen as an ambassador of your kind, alongside other High-Risk species. For ease of communication UGRS operatives have implanted a Galactic Translator chip into the nape of your neck, or its closest approximation. A UGRS representative will be with you at all times to ensure you do not pose a risk to yourself or other subjects.’