They said I was mad, you know. Threw me out of the Academy. "Take a group of sentients off their native planet? Throw them into a new environment?" But I'll have the last word. When I come back to the Academy in a few millenia, arms full of data, they'll have no choice but to accept me. They'll say about me in the eons to come, "A bit over-the-top, you know, always wanting to do field work, but he did prove it." Halo: Above Reproach