Legend, followed by his Corgi, stare at the Galaxy. He removed his hood, the black and white American flag draping over his shoulders. He smiles under his helmet, something he rarely does. His armor was black, a worn black, almost grey. His armor covered in stickers, buttons, tick marks, and writings. 3 blades and a rifle laid on his back, and a revolver on his right hip and a pistol on his left. He kneels besides his tiny companion and strokes his fur, in which the Corgi barks happily. "We're home, buddy."