Let me set the stage. A colony of cannibals. The rules of the colony are that we will accept nobody that is not also a cannibal. We don't kill people to eat them - we're not evil. We just think that out on the Rim you can't discount any sources of food. We started with 10 but one died very early from a shot to the head. We lost two more to a raid that dropped down into my base and burned it to the ground. But seven still lived. Fast forward to last night...
Things were going too well for Randy Random. Everyone was happy, we had plenty of food, life on the Rim was good. Then disaster struck. Six of the seven colonists were struck down by disease. Five had gutworms, four (yes, there was overlap) had sleeping sickness, and four had muscle parasites. Only one person was not rendered sick. The effects of these diseases in such rapid succession was devastating. Sleeping sickness and muscle parasites meant that they were all unable to work. Gutworms meant that the five affected ate twice as much food. Our fields fell into disrepair, our food stores emptied. People resorted to eating nothing but raw rice to survive. Our medicines started running out.
Then a psychic ship landed right outside of our walls. It emitted a constant, piercing tone that burrowed into the brain and caused everyone discomfort. People started breaking.
Finally, they all started getting better with the exception of two people - Lumpy, who fell into a catatonic state, and Emmie, who was wandering around in a daze.
And the psychic ship intensified. I couldn't wait any longer. I had to take it out. I assembled all the people I had left that could fight - four people - and went to attack. It was a disaster.
After a single shot into the ship, mechanoids boiled out. There were only four of them, but they were very good. One was a scyther, who gets in close and rips you to shreds. The other three were lancers, who come equipped with charge lances. They immediately attacked my colonists, forcing their way inside. One colonist was killed instantly with a shot to the throat. It was over pretty quickly. All four colonists were killed. The only mechanoid that died was the scyther, who took on an elephant and lost.
The colony lie in ruins. Then Emmie woke up from her daze. She went after the things that killed her friends, a suicidal attack for revenge. The colony was going down in a blaze of glory! But then...
Buoyed by her unexpected success and adding to the fact that everyone else was dead, Emmie decided to go out into the world on her own. First stop was a bandit camp. Another suicide attack? Not for Emmie is wasn't.
About this time Emmie remembered that there was a ship that could take her off the planet...but it was half the world away. So she grabbed some food, loaded up Priscilla the elephant, and started on her epic journey.