As Team Galactic’s newest member, Cyrus sent out one of his Admins to have you more acquainted with the works here.

Sure, he could’ve just asked Jupiter, or heck, even Saturn— not Charon, definitely not him, but one of his more… say, brutal employees.

“You must be our newest recruit. Hmph.” Mars took a brief moment to scan you from head to toe, “a little scrawny, but you’ll do. We’re running low on Grunts. Follow me!”

She really didn’t screw around as her title of commander, her attitude more like Ares, the god of war despite her rather small appearance.

Even the lowly Grunts seemed a little too afraid around her. Mars must be no joke.