Beauclerc is a sniper aboard the Walrus - a position he has held with cold and unfailing efficiency for years. We don't know much about him apart from that: no story we tell about him, no known ties, no reputation other than that of a man who never misses his target and never takes any particular pride in it. He does what is asked of him, in silence, with almost mechanical precision.

Until this battle against the Andromache. Until that look exchanged through a bezel, at a distance where no one should have felt anything. Until his weapon turns, without him having decided, against his own crew brothers.

What he becomes after that - traitorous in the eyes of some, enigma in the eyes of others - remains entirely to be written.