New Paths

[Lennox]

"Live for your own life. Don't be as naive to think someone could fight for mankind." Were the words a now simple Freelancer was telling himself after discharging the weights of duty and prevention from his legs. A new morning should raise, to start with zero but to end it with 100%. An entirely new feeling to experience in the mind than all the collective thinking he had before. It was relieving, yet something uncomfortable to live with. No longer feeling the urgency to do something significant, just one single mind caring about itself...

Lennox knew that since the day when he left The Order, leaving another now meaningless chapter behind. Feeling as if he would get closer to his goal, to finally get answers on the questions, he was asking himself since he started his journey from Curacao, the ex-Overwatch eventually ended up as a mercenary, financing his search by doing the dirty jobs for either the gouvernments or certain other parties.

His first stop were the Mandalorian Mercenaries, which gave him the opportunity to remove another part of the last chapter in his life, by granting him access to a ship, that was used against him before.

It was a good start, after all. Again.

[Lennox]

The time in the Mandalorian Mercenaries didn't quite last long. The organisation went to the ground not much after Lennox joined. However, their 1iC made sure a swap to the Bounty Hunters Guild would be guaranteed. It was odd. The side he swore himself to never choose was standing right in front of him, able to accept the former Overwatch after some changes about the identity. A part of the, for the Core money collecting monkeys, were his thoughts.

But it didn't matter anymore. From that point on he wasn't the same anymore anyway. Lennox disappeared, but Callahan stepped in to fight for the side he never thought of to be his future.