John was an asteroid miner. Which sounded like a cool profession in the XX century, but it was anything but. Pilot a drone a hundred thousand kilometers away, set some engines on the target asteroid, fire them to change its orbit so it would drift closer to the station, wait a few YEARS, and then send more drones to mine the thing when it is orbiting to the station. That's how the LEGAL miners do things. John was a pirate. He hijacked the asteroids and mined them enroute, leaving only a empty husk of silicon for the station folks to stare at. Then sell the minerals for a hundredth of their market value. It sucked either way. Princess Melania was the last Royal Ljósálfar. She was a few minutes away from being executed by the invading Dökkálfar. Planet Alfenheim had fallen. She had only two options. Give up on life and die by a dark elf blade, or give up on her body and live forever as a digital entity. the Ljósálfar already had eternal youth, so it was basically a choice between bleeding to death and never bleeding again. She digitized herself. Her Codex, a crystal nanite hive containing her digitized Essence, was lost in space when the escape pod was shot by the Dökkálfar. Yet she endured. Hurled at relativistic speeds, she eventually passed nearby the gravity well of a planet and entered orbit, falling on an asteroid. An asteroid some pirate is about to mine. If he can survive the attack of the skull cyborg biker gang. Boy meets girl, scoundrel meets princess. A tale as old as time, BUT IN SPACE. Yes, I know there's that 70's movie trilogy. Let me have a moment here.