In my travels throughout the Galaxy, I came across a team of ragtail mercenaries from the Lylat System. The team consisted fully of anthropomorphic beings: A fox, a bird, a toad, and a rabbit. All males. There was also another fox, the rookie and sole female of the group.

The vixen was apparently the last survivor of a destroyed planet - Cerinia, it was called. She carried the last remaining first-hand knowledge of a dead race; one would think I'd hit it off pretty well with someone like that, but I'd rather not think about it.

The vulpine, their leader, was the son of the team's founder and previous leader. The Toad was the son of a reknowned Cornerian scientist. The rabbit, the veteran pilot of the group, came from a prestigious military family.

The bird's background, however, was shrouded in mystery. There were no records of his real parents or any family; he was found and taken in by an orphanage, but no one knew where he came from.

Upon discovering this, I began to ponder what his true origins were. His bird-like appearance certainly gave him the resemblance of some Chozo races. My scanners only confirmed my suspicions; his DNA matched that of the Chozo by 98% percent.

An ominous thought came to me then. I'd been wandering across the stars, bearing the only remaining blood of my people, a race so close to divinity. Many dark forces sought and hunted the Chozo for fear of their knowledge and power. That was a danger that would always linger over my shoulder. Despite the revelation that I wasn't alone...yet...there was no joy to be found in knowing that same danger could come to him. I couldn't bring myself to share the knowledge that could propel him onto a path tainted in perpetual death. I confided in the vixen, the only other one who knew of such a burden, for a second opinion.

"I wouldn't wish that on anyone."

Yeah...best not to tell him.