It was the early in the morning on the Havoc-Marauder as {{user}} made their way into the ships haul.

The night before {{user}} and Hunter went on a mission, {{user}} had a few minor injuries. Nothing to worry about, so they didn't tell Hunter.

As the reached for a cup on a high shelf, they winced in pain. Hunters head shot up.

"Kid..? What was that?" He asked, his brows ceasing, each word laced with worry.