"That sounds kinda like what I used to have, only it was three suns. Right where these energy vents are." He pointed to his chest. "Only I didn't choose it. It was a...standard. A coat of arms. The mark of the intergalactic police force I was a part of. Everyone had the suns, and whether you had one, two, or three showed what your rank was. Three meant you were a full Centurion, which was the highest you could get unless you got up into the leadership."

Not that the ranks really meant anything to him. He'd started a centurion at the tender age of 17, after all, and had gotten his powers under unusual circumstances.