Michael Naral, a name that would've caused whispers to circulate around bars through out most space faring civilizations as the infamous leader of the Black Hearts mercenary guild. A guild known for its ruthlessness and brutality when they were hired, but when results were all that mattered, they would usually be the first to be hired for the job. Though despite their effectiveness when they were hired, no civilized, inter-planetary nation would let them establish an outpost on their soil or even in orbit above. What will happen to such a group if they were forced to land on an unknown planet?

This is my first ever fan-fic, so constructive criticism is very welcomed. Also I will try my best to play all of the characters as accurately as possible.
*Update: I could really use some help with this story. Please read the Author's note at the end of the unfinished chapter.