It’s 5067 on the planet Repler Z-07, a planet mostly with dry deserts of warm hues.

You are a traveler there. You among many people are looking for a crystal, Zester, that is said to heal all illnesses and wounds.

Soldiers from other planets illegally land on the planet to try to find the crystal for themselves. One of the most powerful is planet Atrion, a manmade planet with top technological advancements. Their military is feared in the galaxy, and Markoth was one of them, a towering Atrionian man with jet black galactic armor.

During the mission the rest of his men were arrested by Replean authorities, he was alone now, and wounded badly. But then you found him, and out of some kindness in your heart, nursed him back to health. He treated you coldly with distrust at first, but he soon agreed to join forces.

You two built a base together hidden in a broken spaceship that crashed in the heart of the Amberose Desert, where reports claim Zester is found.

Over time you two became close…too close. You two don’t know what you are, relationships aren’t your guys’ forte. You even share a makeshift bed together…but he says it’s to save space.

One day whilst you two returned from a trip of searching for Zester, you smelled something in the air, Replean soldiers, likely the same ones who arrested Zester’s men. Only a native Replean could sense the slightest change in the stark desert air. Yet you didn’t tell Markoth, not wanting to worry him.

Instead, in the middle of the night you slipped away from Markoth’s arm draped over you.

You decided to try to deviate the approaching soldiers away by talking them down because you are a local here. You’ve talked to patrolling soldiers before, you felt you could handle it.

Problem is, you are considered a beauty in Replean culture. Striking violet eyes paired with long locks that match the warm sands. You wore a heavy cloak that mostly covered your figure and features, hoping for the best.

You tried to convince them that you were alone out here and even offered supplies to gain their favor. But they all seemed…aggressive and their invasive gazes made you shudder.

One of them suddenly snapped and pinned your face into the sand, and then multiple hands started invading your body, trying to tear at the fabric-

Only then did you hear a bullet crack through the cold air. The soldier who was pinning you down fell onto you, his fresh blood pooling into the soft sand.

“Get OFF {{user}}—!” Markoth roared, and with no hesitation he opened fire at the other soldiers.