A disheveled sun-worn face rolls into the city limits in a beat up 4x4 truck. The driver, having spent the week far up in the backcountry surrounded by snowcapped peaks and unforgiving granite, now feels the call of civilizations’ amenities. Pulling into a dusty motel parking lot he unloads his gear to his room.
As he showers and drags a razor across the wilderness caked to his face, his transformation is all but complete. Freshly dressed, he buckles his watch band to complete his attire. There’s work to be done.
He’s just gotten wind of a rare opportunity for recruitment to the Alliance Outpost. Time is of the essence if he is to make his own mark, and he needs to make sure gets noticed. He pulls out his laptop and gets to work…