"My homeplanet was destroyed when I was 6. I don't remember the name of it; I was to young. We had similar meditation methods as the Cerenians, a planet near ours. We were actually half-breed Cerenians.
"The Cerenians are able to, under COMPLETE concentration, meditate so deeply that they are not in need of nourishment for weeks, possibly, but very unlikely, up to a year. This is how I survived.
"One day, a group of ships began circling my void planet. I didn't notice them to start with; I didn't want to break my meditation. Then I heard the distant sound of engines humming. After a few minutes, I heard voices. Rough voices. But, nevertheless, they meant there was something living on my planet.
"It turned out to be Dash Bowman. Him and his team found me meditating, and unfortunately, broke it.
"To make a long story short, I was asked to join their team, and being the innocent orphan I was, I agreed.
"Their hideout is in Sector Y. Even I don't know how to get in there. We stole high-tech weapons and top-notch, latest technology to someday wipe out the goverment and take charge ourselves. I hope you're satisfied."
Scarlet swiftly rose, and Cheyenne could of sworn she saw tears, but...
Suddenly, Cheyenne was alone. Scarlet had freely told her everything... except what her personal life with the Dash Bowman team had been like.
"Hopefully that's not important," the white rabbit thought.

The command room was empty except for Cheyenne, who was sitting in her chair, gazing thoughtfully out into the dark emptiness of space. She was backed up into a corner; sworn to secrecy by a criminal.
She heard someone walk in and stop behind her.
"Has she told you yet?" Asked Marcus sarcastically. He completely expected a no. Her answer shocked him.
Cheyenne had to be truthful.
"Yes, she told me everything."