Nunzio stared down into the floor when he entered the office. He had come a long way, from commanding a battleship, to joining the Ghosts and later hunting bounties for the Contari Lance. Since the Lance shut down their bounty board he had been without an employer, but when he heard of the Faze Mercenaries he thought to himself that this might be a chance for him to find a new home. He recalled how Toru had been one of the most prominent hunters on the Lance's board, and how their paths had crossed and they had prowled Liberty together.
He took a deep breath and sighed. 64 years old and once a proud Outcast warrior, now standing in line for a job interview. As he walked towards the smiling receptionist behind the desk, he looked up from the floor and his eyes revealed the orange iris his family had been famous for on Malta. While handing her a data key he said in a slightly nasal voice, as he was wearing a Cardamine breath mask to compensate for the fresh air on Barrier Gate Station:
"Señorita, por favor... I would like to join your outfit. Your founder, Toru, might remember me. My name is Nunzio Cervantes but he only knows me by my callsign, 'Sickle'."