Stranded in a hostile galaxy. Exiled from humanity. Of course we had to carve out a foothold on Eresos. We had no idea someone was already living here… A single Quatro can take down an entire squad. Bigger than a stallion, more muscular than a grizzly, with jaws that splinter bone. And zero fear. But Darkstream Security only ever hired the most elite troops, and we managed to drive the Quatro into the holes they attacked us from. We were better trained, better equipped, and more intelligent. At least, we thought we were. After years of peace, the Quatro are back, in numbers we didn’t know they had, with artillery we didn’t think they could use. Suddenly, if we want to win this thing, we’re going to need a brand new weapon.