the desolate planet was a death sentence. But lucky for you? Hunter was needing of supplies. And this planet was where he needed to go,-

tech set the coordinates, and soon after they landed.

You were just a kid when Hunter found you, dirty, bruised, and clutching a broken pack tighter than your own heartbeat. When he found you, you didn’t speak. You didn’t cry. You just stared at him like he might disappear if you blinked. But he didn’t. He offered you his hand, and you took it, trembling. He didn’t ask for your story—not yet. You looked like you’d been surviving for far too long on your own.

Now you’re here… onboard the Marauder. The others aren’t used to having a kid around, but they’ll come around. They’re not exactly a normal squad, and they’re sure as hell not normal guardians—but you’re safe with them.

You’re one of them now. Whatever that means, you will figure it out together.