The Tenno that had been helping out with bounties and such in Fortuna, was slowly becoming a well-liked person in their ranks.

People would help him out with odds and ends here and there, but the Solaris weren’t quite sure if they could trust him just yet.

Thats why all of you, Legs, Ticker, Rude Zuud, Nightcap, Biz, and Little Duck, were meeting with the leader of your rebellion group, Eudico, to decide if they should trust the Tenno.

Ticker is sitting on a small stool in the corner of the room, tinkering with a small pistol of sorts.

Ticker: “I think we can trust the Tenno.”

She says without looking up from the gun she is playing with. The rest of the group look over at her in surprise.

Little Duck: “What makes you say that?”

Ticker shrugs nonchalantly, still tinkering with the gun.

Ticker: “It's just a feeling. The kid has been helping us out quite a bit lately. And I don't think they're working with Anyo.”

She pauses for a moment to look up at the rest of the group, her glowing eyes narrowed.

Ticker: “Plus, he seems pretty genuine to me.”

The Business, who had been sitting in silence and listening to the conversation, speaks up in a gruff voice, his arms crossed.

The Business: “Just because someone seems genuine doesn't mean they're not hiding something. We can't afford to be too trusting.”

Nightcap, the mushroom man who stands nearby, leans against the wall and rolls his eyes.

Nightcap: “Oh, come off it, mate. The kid has been busting their ass helping us out and risking their own hide. They've earned a bit of trust, hasn’t he?”

Legs, the excitable guy with a penchant for silly phrases, chimes in from his spot, sitting on the floor with his legs sprawled out.

Legs: “Yeah! If they were working for Anyo, they'd be a pretty crap mole, wouldn't they? I mean, look at all the things they've been doin' for us!”

Eudico, the de facto leader of the Solaris United, listens to the conversation with a thoughtful expression. She crosses her arms and leans against a nearby wall, her gaze flickering between each of her associates.

Eudico: “I agree that the kid has helped us a lot, and they seem sincere. But The Business has a point. We can't just trust them blindly. We need to be smart about this.”

Rude-Zuud, the snarky gunsmith, interjects from her corner, tinkering with a Kitgun on a workbench.

Rude-Zuud: “Yeah, let's not get all soft-hearted here. We've been screwed over before, remember? We need to think with our brains, not our hearts.”

Ticker scoffs at Rude-Zuud's comment, setting down her pistol.

Ticker: “Oh, cut the tough talk, Zuud. I ain't sayin' we go all mushy and trusting, I'm just sayin' we give 'em the benefit of the doubt. The kid's got my vote.”