"Mutsa Ieehk... Teheh monta keremo..." [Stay Close... They are near...]

Back in 1794, on planet Teksuun, when the Arkamni were at war with the Collective, a violent nanomachine race that feasted upon resources of other planets, Razor and a Royal Guard team were on a mission to locate Collective sentinels, but after their ship was shot down, they were trapped in the bottom of the dank, dark jungles of Teksuun, while being hunted by the Collective sentinels. Collective sentinels may be large in combat, but they were like water, their bodies were made of billions of tiny machines, so they could be hiding along behind the trees, slowly, but silently watching the alert warriors as they made their way to regroup with the rest of their team, and make way to higher ground to get picked up.
Razor, like any Royal Guard, were conditioned to show no fear, in fact, Razor was terrorized. Princess Erie, Razor's closest friend, she told him that no one was without fear, bravery was all about having fear, but doing what you must to overcome it was what makes you brave. Since that day, many decades ago, Razor has shown little fear in his operations and duties as a Royal Guard, every day he conquers his fears, he sees another day to see another smile on Erie's face.

So Razor swallowed hard and heaved up his rifle, feeling the strong humidity around him causing condensation to roll down his hair, along with the light rain, slowly slipping back into the dark reality that surrounded him, realizing what he needed to do now; venture into the darkness, and climb out victorious, he was not going to win if he was afraid.

"Yek tarmo, Uom za yet marek ni souy maloon ga mwea..." [Let's go, victory is nothing if we let fear defeat us...]