Your Name: Jeremy Cork.
Age: 21.
Home Planet: Earth.
Fleet Job: Tactical Captain.
Graduating from the Space-Fleet Academy was basically a piece of cake, as you managed to gain a crew, and a spaceship to work at with them, to help planets that are in peril. Once aboard, you left Earth, and went to carry out tasks that the higher-up's of Space-Fleet wanted you to accomplish starting that day.
"Captains Log: January 11th, 2041," You say. "We are in the middle of space in another galaxy. Our mission for today is to locate the nearest planet, and see what the problem with the race there would be." Just then, one of your crew members noticed something. "Captain, our scanners has picked up some planets," she explains. "On screen," You say, after recording your captain's log. You then see 3 planets that looked completely different, and didn't know which one to go to.