Zandra Tal'verda
Lady Luck
Kriff, this hurt. This hurt almost as much as child birth. Almost. Not quite, but it was certainly up there. As Zandra was led out of her ship by one of her last surviving crew mates, she swayed. She'd drugged herself against the pain with enough glitterstim, AKA 'Stardust' to kill most sentient beings. Thankfully, Zandra had developed a good tolerance for it. Oh the joys of drug addiction.
"Where?" she asked quietly as they moved down the street in the dead of night. She had the stub of her right arm wrapped in strips of her favorite shirt. Not so favorite anymore. Ah well, when she got a new hand, she could steal another one.
"Just ahead, Cap'n," Corny replied to his heavily drugged and injured captain, "Down there. Let's go a little faster."
"Where?" she asked quietly as they moved down the street in the dead of night. She had the stub of her right arm wrapped in strips of her favorite shirt. Not so favorite anymore. Ah well, when she got a new hand, she could steal another one.
"Just ahead, Cap'n," Corny replied to his heavily drugged and injured captain, "Down there. Let's go a little faster."