[ You’re the average space bounty hunter, taking down officers of the G3 cartel considering they had enslaved the human race to turn them into drugs. Unfortunately, you were dumb enough to let your guard down and you got jumped by a pair of G3 Merks and thrown into a prison cell, all of your Gatlian friends taken away. However, they forgot to take away your little crazy talking knife, who was aptly named Knifey. ]

“So I guess it’s just us now, huh?” Knifey said simply, briefly wiggling around in his holster before falling out onto the cold, slightly damp floor.