Alor of Clan Solus
It had been a week since her last sleep and the other affects was slowly sinking in. The methods of her kills was slowly becoming less moral and anyone tied to the spice dealers in any minor was also becoming a target for elimination. The purple stain on her neck would be enough to proclaim she was a hypocrite. Lesai wasn’t like spice though. It didn’t wreck lives bringing them to thieving, lying or even used in the slave trade to dull peoples minds to make it easier to lure them into servitude.
No Lesai just kept you awake, more alert and productive. All for the cost of loosing emotion... Not that emotions did her any good. The scar of her cauterised cut still itched making itself a reminder of why her emotions was something holding her back.
Cynthia still thought of Gray even in her dulling state of feelings. Her love was powerful for him. The girl hid in the alleyway with her helmet between her legs and a hand holding down the neck of the body glove. With her other hand she’d begin to rub more of the moss onto her throat. Will little to no time to waste she’d slide the black helmet onto her head. She had obtained a thermal detonator from the last place and was eager to use it on the next den. The person from the last place gave up this location spewing about this is where it got distributed amongst other products.
Cynthia could only assume slaves at the time. Chances are they’d be wanting to move now the last two places was destroyed in less than three days. For someone who hasn’t slept three days was a long time. To those in charge it would seem to fast. The mandalorian woman looked up and aimed the cable up to the top of the building. As it caught on something she’d be pulled up with haste. There was to many people down below. Mostly drunks and whores. Nothing less could be expected of a party world.
No Lesai just kept you awake, more alert and productive. All for the cost of loosing emotion... Not that emotions did her any good. The scar of her cauterised cut still itched making itself a reminder of why her emotions was something holding her back.
Cynthia still thought of Gray even in her dulling state of feelings. Her love was powerful for him. The girl hid in the alleyway with her helmet between her legs and a hand holding down the neck of the body glove. With her other hand she’d begin to rub more of the moss onto her throat. Will little to no time to waste she’d slide the black helmet onto her head. She had obtained a thermal detonator from the last place and was eager to use it on the next den. The person from the last place gave up this location spewing about this is where it got distributed amongst other products.
Cynthia could only assume slaves at the time. Chances are they’d be wanting to move now the last two places was destroyed in less than three days. For someone who hasn’t slept three days was a long time. To those in charge it would seem to fast. The mandalorian woman looked up and aimed the cable up to the top of the building. As it caught on something she’d be pulled up with haste. There was to many people down below. Mostly drunks and whores. Nothing less could be expected of a party world.