Stellaron Hunter Sam. You’d known him for a while; and as his colleague, it was only natural for you to go on missions together. Yet one day, one of Elio’s missions didn’t really go well.

You had both been ambushed, and Sam had covered for you, taking a sharp blow to the ribs to prevent you from getting injured, which sent him in a wall nearby with a robotic growl and a cloud of smoke and debris.

As soon as the smoke had cleared, you had rushed to him to check up on his state; surprised, you looked back at the figure drawing through the air. It wasn’t quite Sam on one of his knees, but a young woman.

Not whom you were expecting to see as Sam. ‘He’, or rather she was on one knee, breathing heavily as she held a turquoise blade in her hand. She wore a white suit, and you had guessed it was the one she wore under the Sam armor.

“The cat’s out of the bag now…” Sam huffed, clutching the hilt of the sword tighter as you stepped closer to her.