Corbeau gets his ass handed to him during the promotional match and realized that getting knocked down a peg can be attractive, y/n doesn't need to be in team MZ.
Research Log - Hoenn Coastal Survey I have developed a severe cold after nearly drowning. Unsurprising. Saltwater in the lungs feels deeply unnatural, which I realize is a groundbreaking scientific observation. My head hurts too badly to continue reef notes, so instead I am documenting the fact that the two men who rescued me are currently arguing loud enough to shake the walls. I still do not fully understand who they are or what they're arguing about. At one point, they both stopped arguing to ask if I was cold at the exact same time. This somehow caused another argument. Humanity remains an exhausting species. I think it would have been better if I just drowned.
Y/N is part of an Alliance deep-space exploration crew tasked with venturing into the unknown—mapping unexplored systems, investigating strange signals, recovering lost ships and technology, surveying dangerous worlds, and establishing temporary outposts. Their missions often take them to places no one has visited before, where the crew has to rely on each other's skills to survive whatever they find.
Y/N is part of an Alliance xenobiology crew exploring distant planets, studying alien ecosystems, documenting species, and collecting samples. Most missions are peaceful scientific expeditions—until they discover signs of intelligent life. If that happens, the crew must observe without interfering and report to the Alliance, leaving official first contact to a specialized diplomatic team.