BH-1517

> *'All men seek bounty. Yet few ever succeed in their never-ending quest.’* - Princess Galfina of the planet Sharveen, the last remaining imperial outpost of the Solaris System.
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**Year 47 ABA (After the Bombing of Amora)**

The gigantic halls of the most secure prison in Solaris rang with the echos of heavy footsteps as the four prisoners hurriedly made their escape.

Nicknamed “The Zoo”, the ominous prison housed the most nefarious criminal masterminds and deviants across the entire imperium, held responsible for their involvement in the attacks on Amora nearly a half century ago.

“We’ll need to jump space in one of those lightships at the space dock” said the first prisoner as he looked over to his companions between rushed steps. He was the tallest of the group and had spent the longest time serving his sentence, a few shy of 50 years.

The shortest of the group let out a sharp yell as he tripped at the entrance of the hangar.

“Hurry up, and keep quiet. It’s now or never!” screamed the heavy set one as he scooped up his diminutive companion to his feet.

The lanky member of the rag tag group was first to reach the hangar door. He frantically hammered at the keypad to try and guess the combination to open the hatch.

“Step aside, I’ll take care of this” said the tall one as he whipped out a laser pistol he had commandeered from a prison guard during the riots that had set their escape in motion.

With one firm blast of the laser pistol, the hinges of the hatch disintegrated and the group rushed in to the last remaining lightship.

The words “Lightship Wildfire” were emblazoned across the door of the ship. The short one, last to enter, pushed it closed in the nick of time, just as the guards were closing in.

They could hear the blasts of laser fire from outside the hangar bay and knew that they had no time to waste. The lightship lurched into motion and started to fly away. As it neared warp speed, the convicts knew that they had finally managed to escape.

Now fugitives, the tall one turned to his fellow compatriots and uttered, “We knew the consequences. We will now always be on the run. There is no life for us outside of being bounty hunters.”

The heavy set one leaned forward and pulled back a sheet to reveal a set of standard issue helmets. He tossed one to each of his companions.

“We will assume new identities. Modify these helmets and make each one unique”. He turned to the tall one, “From now on, you shall be Lord Simian of the Renegade Clan.”

He then turned to the short one, “And you my friend, will be known as Lord Pinniped.”

As he leaned towards the lanky one, he whispered, “Lord Amphibian.”

He then stood up. “And I will henceforth be known as Lord Taurus”.

As the profound weight of his words sunk in, he sat back down, cradled his helmet and mused, “We may have left the Zoo, but the Zoo will never leave us.”

**5 years later**

The Renegade Clan are considered amongst the most fearsome and ruthless bounty hunters across Solaris. Known for their lack of remorse and devoid of ethics, they have chased targets across the galaxy like predators no matter the cost or danger. Few know of their past imprisonment for their heinous crimes - they ironically lead double lives as agents and hunters in service of Amora, the very people they sought to destroy.

At least for now.