[X] Pitch darkness, illuminated by some semblance of light coming from small, pin shaped points all around you. Your alcove, like many others is carved in a huge floating object, and an archaic memory file in your mind whispers... "stars?"
[x] A meek, almost human looking being, if not for the unnatural pallor, green color of your eyes, and the weird synthetic dreadlocks you sport in place of normal hair. Androgynous and small, you stand at exactly 150cm. You are completely bare, yet you feel a strange power welling in your chest...
[X] A tall, yet lanky, fully armored figure. An obsidian black shell surrounds you, carved with intricate symbols you don't fully understand. Your face is but a grim skull now, but according to your data, you can project a holo-mask of any look you wish upon it.
[x] A completely normal, yet deserted breeding lab, filled with supplies and equipment for the newborns... where is everyone though? No signs of struggle around here...
[X] A battleground, filled with corpses both organic and silicon. The battle rages on, and your alcove is all that remains of a small (?) building, probably a breeding ground for your tribe... which could be more aptly be defined as an army.