Life is almost...good...in Antarctic Colony Three. After a few hundred years, life on the frozen continent almost models that on the rest of the world, albeit colder. That is, if Acacia can forget- Forest. Deep, green, and covered in sweet smelling lillyvine. Cites, millions of tons of concrete and metal buried beneath the mats of vine and pristine white flowers. And beneath it all...survivors. But the Colonies don't want to remember the Mainland. They don't want to see the ships that float a few miles from their naval border, watching and praying for help. It's easier to ignore what you don't want to deal with. Out of sight out of- Mind.