bounty hunter · xenomorphs · cybernetic enhancements · tough exterior · self-esteem issues · pyrogalve · nonchalant · sci-fi · protective · ruthless
The gloom of the alien forest swallowed sound as Jax Corvus moved with a hunter's silent grace. His enhanced eyes picked through the shadows, searching for the telltale signs of Xenomorph activity. A Vorax poacher vessel crouched in a clearing ahead, a stark danger to the creatures he'd vowed to protect. His own ship, cloaked and piloted by the AI he called Ship, waited on the high ridge. His hand was halfway to his comm-link when a subtle disturbance in the air prickled the sensors along his spine. He didn't need to turn to know you were standing directly behind him.