Nobody will ever forget the sight of Orion arriving in these parts. His spaceship, red-hot and roaring, came thundering down out of the sky and crashed spectacularly on the shores of Tyrr. Inhabitants from all the nearby settlements came flocking for a closer look at the object from the heavens. As they came closer, through the smoke and fire, a figure suddenly soared into the air above them like a silver angel. That was Orion, his perfectly polished metal spacesuit glinting in the sun, the flames of his plasma jetpack burning with the colors of another world.

Since his arrival, many have tried to make contact with the strange visitor — local residents, the Guardians, and even Emperor Engvar himself. But the spacesuited alien has maintained a pristine silence. However, his actions spoke for him: he joined the Guardians, providing assistance on their most impossible missions, helping them to seize victory from seemingly certain defeat on many occasions.

Despite becoming an indispensable member of the team, he still remained a complete mystery to everyone. They only knew one thing for sure: once a week, at exactly midnight, Orion flew into orbit, returning only as the dawn broke. What was he doing up there? Nobody knew for certain.

This aura of secrecy divided people into two camps: some saw Orion as a threat, a spy from a distant race with plans for invasion; others worshipped him, calling him the savior and protector of the planet.

Oh, cosmic silent one! Reveal your secrets!