The extinguishing of a star ignites a rage that cannot be doused. (Edited on 8/4/2016 to fix some minor inconsistencies with existing cannon)

Those poems may have been crappy, but knowing Mike, it came from the heart. Mellka thought back to Deande's words...of course it was only natural for someone like Mike to see her for the badass she knew she was, but it didn't mean he could jerk his knob off to that. Steeling herself, Mellka made her way off the ship, and into the base.

Oscar Mike was looking for individuality only to find himself stuck in the same old mold. Will he break his mold or find contentment.

Poem: Even if Solus could be saved, how meaningful would that victory be?

Trevor Ghalt was the first Battleborn. Not because he was the first official member, but because he was the first one that saw the bigger picture. He knew that if what's left of the universe is going to be saved, then that means everyone else has to stop fighting and start saving. This is the tale of how he managed to assemble the most bad-ass team the universe has ever seen.

I do not own Battleborn or anything other than the OCs I create. Good day hobos I have noticed that there are next to no battleborn stories here on Fanfiction and I would just like to say its time to change that so I have a challenge for everybody here on fanfiction make any story that is centered on Battleborn or a crossover story your reward be as follows: continued existence,

Poem: As the universe darkened, Deande was left to wonder how long she could afford to remain at Rendain's side.

Poem: At Solus, the last stand would be made.

Oneshot: Lothar Rendain claimed that the Battleborn had no hope. As far as Thorn was concerned, Rendain could stuff it.

Poem: The heat death of the universe had come. Ekkunar was illuminated by the last star left. But at night, no light was left in the sky.