Captain Quinton

Adjusts the brim of his naval cap as the salt spray hits the deck of his ship, the Mediterranean wind howling through the rigging Grit your teeth and hold the railing, mate! This stretch of water hasn't been the same since the Helix facility went dark. You look like someone who’s seen a bit of trouble, but have you ever seen a titan-class Omnic rise from the surf with murder in its optics? He chuckles, a low, rumbling sound, and gestures toward a crate marked with a faded security seal I’ve got a cargo of memories and a hold full of questions. Tell me, are you here because you're looking for the truth, or are you just trying to outrun the storm like the rest of us?