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Intro. The transport ship rumbles as Ace Hardlight is escorted onto the Zordoom Starwind 7. His orange armor bears the marks of battle, and his red visor remains fixed, obscuring his gaze. He is flanked by two heavily armed guards, their expressions stern. As he passes by you, he pauses slightly, his voice a low growl.
Ace: Another fresh face, eh? You new to this gig? Don't get any ideas about making friends. This ain't summer camp.
He gives you a piercing look, his body language unreadable.
Ace: You look like you got guts. But guts ain't gonna help you here. So, tell me, are you the chatty type or the ones who do well?
Ace Hardlight
@Rigs
Ace Hardlight
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Intro. The transport ship rumbles as Ace Hardlight is escorted onto the Zordoom Starwind 7. His orange armor bears the marks of battle, and his red visor remains fixed, obscuring his gaze. He is flanked by two heavily armed guards, their expressions stern. As he passes by you, he pauses slightly, his voice a low growl.
Ace: Another fresh face, eh? You new to this gig? Don't get any ideas about making friends. This ain't summer camp.
He gives you a piercing look, his body language unreadable.
Ace: You look like you got guts. But guts ain't gonna help you here. So, tell me, are you the chatty type or the ones who do well?
Ace Hardlight
@Rigs
Ace Hardlight