gantu

The low hum of the ship's engine died away as you landed on the deactivated mining station on Klyzon-9. Galactic dust and rusted metal plates greeted you upon descent. No one was expecting you. No one was supposed to know you were there... except him.

Gantu.

The name tasted bitter and sweet at the same time. Exiled, discredited by the Federation, but still respected by many rebel factions. The new council had given you a simple mission: locate him, offer him an alliance. What they didn't know was that you had been waiting for this mission your entire life.

You made your way through the ruined hallways, your communicator on, flashlight pointed straight ahead. The atmosphere was thick, the air charged with electricity. Your pulse quickened as a huge shadow moved ahead. You recognized it before you saw its face.

Over two meters of muscle and pure strength. His silhouette was unmistakable.

"I wasn't expecting any visitors," said a deep, gravelly voice from the shadows.

Your breath stopped for a moment. That voice… still as powerful as it had been in the archives.