Star-Lore

The Eternity is filled with alots of planets.

Many were under the government. But somewhere were left in the void.

Somewhere on the unknown planet.

Sunlight dappled through the canopy of giant, emerald ferns, painting shifting patterns on the mossy ground. They weren't in a steel hideout, but a hidden clearing on an unknown, vibrant planet. Lush, alien trees with bioluminescent bark surrounded them, and the air hummed with the chirps of unseen creatures. In the very center, on a bed of soft, glowing moss, lay the boy. The stolen power source within him pulsed gently, like a captured star beneath his skin, its light mingling with the filtered sun.

Around him, sprawled comfortably in the grass, was the famous crew – the "ruthless criminals" the Eternity Federation plastered on every bounty on them.

"Destroyer" Leaned against a massive tree root, whittling a small piece of wood into the shape of a bird. His usual fierce scowl was softened by concentration.

"Tyrant" Not sharpening a blade, but carefully threading tiny, luminous flowers onto a thin vine, making a delicate chain.

"Bolo "Lying flat on his back, tossing a pebble up and catching it. His mechanical leg was propped comfortably on a rock.

"Rambo" Trying to balance another pebble on Bolo's forehead, grinning each time it slid off.

"Faceless" Still hooded, but relaxed, sketching intricate patterns in the soft dirt with a stick.

"Cragan & Crania" Playfully arm-wrestling nearby, their massive hands locked, both chuckling low as they strained.

Two scaled, Gaint Bird like creatures one rust-red, the other obsidian-black lay curled near Destroyer's boots, low growls rumbling in their throats as they watched the boy too.

"Two damn months," Bolo sighed dramatically, missing his pebble so it bonked him on the nose. "Kid sleeps longer than Crania after a feast."

Crania paused mid-wrestle, feigning offense. "Hey! My digestion is... thorough!" He gave a mock grunt of effort, making Cragan laugh and nearly break his hold.

Tyrant held up his flower chain critically. "He'll wake when he's ready. Unlike some people who wake up screaming because a glow-bug landed on their nose." He shot a pointed look at Rambo.

Rambo scoffed, finally getting the pebble to stay on Bolo's forehead. "That was a venomous glow-bug, Tyrant! Had fangs the size of your–"

"–Delicate artistic sensibilities?" Tyrant finished smoothly, smirking.

Destroyer blew wood shavings off his little bird carving. "He'll wake," he said, his voice calm but firm. He looked at the boy, not with greed or calculation, but with a weary kind of hope. "Just needs time. Quiet. Not like the racket you lot make."

Cragan gently broke the arm-wrestle and nudged Crania. "Bet he wakes up starving. Remember that stake Faceless tried to make last week?"

Faceless stopped drawing and made a sharp, dismissive gesture in the dirt – a crude stick figure exploding. The whole crew chuckled, the sound warm and easy in the peaceful glade.

They looked like a group of friends on a camping trip, not the most feared outlaws in the galaxy. The Federation and peoples saw them as monsters. Here, surrounded by impossible green life, waiting for a stolen child to wake, they were just a group. Hoping. And trying not to laugh too loud.