Uxel starred blankly at the walls of her small nest, lost in thought. Her life had come to a crossroad and she was going to have to make a decision. As much as she loathed to admit it, the human had been correct about her.
She was a bac, a race considered by most to be inferior. She had always been a nobody and used money and information to feel powerful. But she realized now that being a weapon merchant had gained her money but little else.
But the human had made her an intriguing offer... one that offered a true chance at the power and recognition that she so desperately craved.
"Have you heard of tuners?" he asked.
"Yes, yes I have," she had said. "But I always thought them to be more myth than fact."
"No. They are very real. Few in number, yes. But real. I think you have it in you to become one, my feathered friend."
"There has never before been a bac tuner. Most of your kind are too skittish to take on such a task. But I see in you ambition and drive. Plus, I believe that your genetic makeup will give you advantages."
The human smiled. "You must take my word on it and find out for yourself. I want you to meet someone on Gemshorn if this interests you."
"Gemshorn!" she had asked, startled. She had heard stories about the planet through her line of work, none of them good.
"Yes. I'll send word so he'll be expecting you. You shouldn't have any trouble making contact. Just think about it."
And so Uxel had been thinking about it ever since. This would be an incredible risk on her part. Many beings never returned alive from Gemshorn. But if she had learned anything as a merchant it was nothing ventured, nothing gained.
She got up off her perch. This prospect was too tempting to resist.