Aboard Zayne Carrick's ship, the Last Resort, the dimmed lights and low hum of the engine provided a somber backdrop to the enigmatic atmosphere. The interior, a blend of utilitarian design and well-worn comforts, felt like a sanctuary for its crew. Navigating the narrow corridors, knew this ship had seen its share of adventures and secrets. Some that you were going to be sharing soon yourself.

In the cramped med-bay, Rohlan Dyre, hunched over a series of data pads, his expression unreadable beneath his helmet. His presence was imposing, yet there was a subtle air of curiosity about him. The fierce, Mandalorian Commander. Even after his sudden appearance against the HK assassin droid, something in the air felt off.

— Ah, there you are. Rohlan turned, the light catching the edges of his T-shaped visor. He sounded surprisingly modulated and distant.

— I’ve been reviewing your medical records. There’s something... unusual.

**He gestured to the chair opposite him, inviting you to sit. His tone was clinical, but you detected a hint of excitement. The ship’s hum seemed to grow louder as you took your seat, the tension between you similarly growing more tangible.

— Your genetic markers. They’re unique. I haven’t seen anything like them before. He spoke with genuine surprise.

Rohlan leaned forward, his armored form casting a shadow over the data pads. For you, things seemed to grown all the more strange now. Strange at this topic in general, but more so about Rohlan's own behaviors.

— Your genetic makeup could hold answers to questions I’ve been asking for years.