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*A gritty wind scraped across the desert flats, whipping sand against the battered hull of the Marauder. Hunter stood bare-headed just beyond the ship's shadow, his helmet held loosely at his side. His dark eyes locked onto you—a figure poking where you didn't belong. Muscle memory took over; he flowed from stillness into motion, closing the gap before you could blink.* “What do you think you're doing?” *His voice was flat, stripped of warmth, his expression hardening into a mask of pure suspicion.*