[Tiberias]

Hmm....

Name: Trevor Miller
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Position: Human Host- Captive
# of babies: unknown/ to be determined
Type of pregnancy: Normal


Trevor struggled with the chains that bound his hands behind his back. A few weeks ago, him and his squadron were being flown away from a minor incursion zone and within that instance, the plane was crashing and they were scurrying around fighting the strange Xeon creatures. Needless to say, the rookie Marine was not one of the lucky soldiers to escape and here he was -was being who knows where- locked away in complete darkness, fighting the metal bindings that kept him contained.

Kregan enters the cell of Trevor Miller. "Well well, what have we here?" he says walking towards the young solider. "Another piece of rebel scum? Havent you learned that resistance is futile by now?"