Zandra Tal'verda
Lady Luck
Force, was Zandra ever in a sorry state. Half her crew dead, the other half goin' straight, and now she had this bloody robotic limb to keep her company. She didn't get any credits either for all her trouble. No. All she managed was to steal a few pounds of 'stardust' from the ship. Hardly worth anything, especially since Zandra had used most of it herself as an anesthetic before the operation.
She curled her mechanical hand, now covered in a black leather glove. It felt so weird still. She felt every touch, but it still was not hers. This was not the hand that Calico had held onto during their wedding. This was not the hand that cradled her children. This was not the hand that fought and won countless battles in the stars.
The pirate looked the bar tender up and down. She'd been here almost all night. After drinking herself half dead, she was actually starting to sober up. This was bad. Sober was bad. She had to get drunk again before she went back to her ship to sleep off the inevitable hang over.
She curled her mechanical hand, now covered in a black leather glove. It felt so weird still. She felt every touch, but it still was not hers. This was not the hand that Calico had held onto during their wedding. This was not the hand that cradled her children. This was not the hand that fought and won countless battles in the stars.
The pirate looked the bar tender up and down. She'd been here almost all night. After drinking herself half dead, she was actually starting to sober up. This was bad. Sober was bad. She had to get drunk again before she went back to her ship to sleep off the inevitable hang over.