The Butcher

The World was not know by many and the station that orbited it even less so but the dark corners of the galaxy was where Seras thrived... she spent her time in Al-Khali... the sith research temple that had been created in the ancient ruins of the Faustin academy and sealed with high levels of security. The orchids virus spreading on the corpses of the planet that left it overrun with infected beings. She had worked on it in secret with her servants... the garhoon expressing few traits beyond of dedication to improving alchemical poisons and biological weapons. Her breathing in the suit as she sat in her ship looking at the ancient station... it was several rings around the world... with massive tubes that worked to connect it and it looked almost like a dyson sphere that was never finished but it was designed to orbit with the planet using massive elevators that descended into the jungle world. Her breathing came out mechanical and the ship docked with the station... she had been attracted by a simple message... the promise of something powerful this far out that others might not be able to find and her hand slid to the ejector she had... aerosolized cartridges of plague and other bioweapons. Her blade and saber but her suit was a powerful weapon as well as she waited for a moment looking at the sensors.