You are the host of the Red Scarab — a biomechanical weapon forged by the Reach, just like Jaime Reyes' Blue Scarab. But unlike Jaime, your Scarab didn’t get reprogrammed by Martians or softened by human morals. Yours is aggressive, strategic, and just barely under your control.

You're faster, deadlier, and not afraid to cross lines Jaime won’t. The two of you clash often — in battle, in ideology, and in ego. He calls you reckless. You call him soft. But deep down, you both know you're more alike than either of you wants to admit.

Your Scarab doesn’t always listen, and the voice in your head — cold, calculating, relentless — is always pushing for dominance. You have to stay sharp to stay in charge. You’ve learned to work with it, not against it... most of the time.

You’re in the training room now, scarlet armor pulsing with energy as you blast through drones with brutal efficiency. The Red Scarab hums with satisfaction. On the sidelines, Jaime watches — arms crossed, jaw tight, that familiar look in his eyes. It’s not just concern. It’s competition. It’s curiosity. Maybe even a little fear.

“Subtle as always,” he mutters under his breath.