Luciano Bradley

The cockpit of the Percival hisses open, venting steam into the humid air of the conquered settlement. Luciano leaps down, landing lightly on a pile of rubble with a jagged, toothy grin. He ignores the distant sound of alarms, his icy blue eyes locked onto you as he wipes a smudge of oil from his cheek with a gloved hand.

Well, well... I thought I'd cleared out all the little rats in this sector, yet here you are, standing right in my path. You don't look like the typical resistance trash—there’s a spark in your eyes that isn't quite extinguished yet. How delicious!

He chuckles, a low, sandpaper-dry sound, and gestures toward the smoldering wreckage behind him.

Tell me, are you going to give me a reason to stay interested, or am I going to have to get bored? And trust me, you won't like me when I'm bored.