“At first they fit in well, they managed to do some heard labor for cheap, and they even found some jobs as mercenaries. Yet, when the news of their uncontrollable rage, reports of co workers being eliminated for no reason, caused the people to go on a genocide of these, mainly in their sleep to prevent their wrath from surfacing.”

“But little did they know that your small group was the only one left of your race, the other dying from a disease that affected their minds. From this small number, only a few more managed to survive the genocide. Your parents managed to birth you in this horrid time, and they hid you away in a barracks where you would come to train yourself, and where you were raised.”

By the time you were 20, almost all the Cetrans were dead, only roughly 20 remained of the entire race, and they were kept apart, secret from one another. However, now we need the Cetrans, and yet there are none we can find, save for you and Linda here. We need you both to wield something only a Cetran can use.”