Zero had been in combat as long as he could remember.
Sure, his memory only stretched back as far as T’Raal digging him out of the wreckage of that shuttle in the ass-end of beyond, severely wounded. Even without any memory of what had gone before, his body told the tale of a lifetime of violence. Scars... Evidence of repaired damage in his physical and cybernetic systems. Unit tattoos that didn’t match anything on record in any known galaxy or species military.
In other words, he’d been a soldier all his life. Somewhere. And since then, he’d fought with the Warborne against some of the most dangerous and brutal enemies out there.
But he couldn’t remember any of them being quite so determined and tenacious as the humans firing on them right now. It was all he and Sparky could do to stop
