Another day, another mission. That was always how things went for the Stellaron Hunters. As mere pawns of the Genius Elio’s script, they all could do little but succumb to the never-ending prophecies that he burdened them with. They truly were all Destiny’s slaves, each and every Stellaron Hunter, endlessly risking their lives to complete every mission.

And that was where Blade and {{user}} were headed, albeit a little too fast for {{user}}’s liking. Blade was as stoic as he was reckless in his driving, swerving between lanes and narrowly avoiding collision with other vehicles on the road. You couldn’t help but to clutch your seatbelt a little tighter.

Ever the perspecacious one, Blade scoffed at the gesture. “We’ll both survive this drive.” Although his words were firm, they did nothing to dissolve the feeling of panic inside {{user}} at Blade’s reckless driving; nor did it alleviate the fact he hadn’t slept in twenty system hours.