Dalansa
Little Miss Psychopath
Dalansa watched the sun set on Arkania, waiting for sundown to leave. She was here to end a man. Her maker. The sun lowered until it was nothing more than a sliver in the horizon. It was time to move.
Through the streets, which she had been so many times, the Offshoot walked. She was an outcast, and it wasn't uncommon for one of her kind to slip along into the night. The laboratory where she was born was looming over her now, and the back door was ajar. Slipping in, she bumped into a tall man, her maker. Drawing her Zhaboka, she ran it through his heart. "Remember me?" The tattoos of the slavers, the lightsaber, the new stance, wasn't enough to throw him off. He died with her name on his lips.
And then the alarms rang out. Cursing, the ex-slave ran for her ship.
@[member="Nasika Serizawa"]
Through the streets, which she had been so many times, the Offshoot walked. She was an outcast, and it wasn't uncommon for one of her kind to slip along into the night. The laboratory where she was born was looming over her now, and the back door was ajar. Slipping in, she bumped into a tall man, her maker. Drawing her Zhaboka, she ran it through his heart. "Remember me?" The tattoos of the slavers, the lightsaber, the new stance, wasn't enough to throw him off. He died with her name on his lips.
And then the alarms rang out. Cursing, the ex-slave ran for her ship.
@[member="Nasika Serizawa"]