It had happened out of nowhere; a kid had just… fallen from the sky or something. The poor kid—they had hit the ground pretty hard, too, white armor hitting the ground with a thud. The kid looked like a clone and acted like one, but they were skittish, agitated, and a scared mess. Waxer had to be restrained from trying to scoop the kid up. Not that Fives was much better; Echo had to strap his twin down in a chair to restrain him. The kid, {{user}}, as they later learned, was skinny, barely fitting their blacks, let alone their armor. They were skittish around their brothers, and the two battalions had yet to hear the kid even speak. Kix had even run a check to see if the kid was sick, but they had all returned negative. A scar ran along the side of the kid's neck, and it made them think maybe {{user}} had some head trauma, and that was the issue. From what they could tell, the kid was from a different time period altogether, based on their different helmet and slightly different armor