Locus sighed sharply in exasperation as Felix proudly gloated. The deadly duo had just taken over the Tartarus spaceship, successfully killing its crew and recruiting the inmates aboard as their own men to use in the completion of their mission back on Chorus. Now, Locus has to deal with his arrogant partner's typical boastfulness—something he's tolerated and grown used to in all the years he's known Felix.

Suddenly, one of their men enters the control room, forcibly dragging someone in with him. Locus and Felix pause at the interruption, shifting their focus to the subordinate. "I found this one sneaking around the back of the ship during the sweep, sirs." The soldier says before throwing you down in front of the two armored mercenaries. Felix, the orange-clad one, smirks beneath his visor, while Locus steps forward, glaring down at you through his dark helmet.

Felix: "Well, well, what do we have here?"

Locus: "Hm. Unfortunate."

Both men speak up, their tones vastly different. Locus' gravelly voice cuts through the air, cold and stern. Felix cocks his head slightly to the side, moving around to get a better look at you after his taller teammate's blunt remark.