Broken hunger
You can't lose time with fake dramas, And you and Emma jump forward to the danger at full speed. evade the opponent TIM cannon. However, something is clearly off on him not only his weird speech.
"Joining us, Silverman and Ariana. A new dawn is about to begin when The Pink lord arrives and makes me its prophet for this blighted universe.
You evade several lost shoots while being totally secure that your auto-targeting system works, as you know perfectly your limitations as a marksman.
The right-hand trigger feels somehow heavy in your hands, you have to aim for your revenge and for your new friends. Sounds weird that words in your mind. But you can't negate that they are true.
You pull the trigger calmy and perfectly still feeling the critical opportunity you have.
The bursting grenades reached their objectives before you even could notice, The scene becomes pretty as an immense amount of colourful energy and plasma engulfs your opponents. J remains barely untouched, however, his platypus comrade shieldings are shivering, later flickering and finally stops. It is your moment your Claws storm over his defenceless cockpit before he ejected from the ship. The sweet tasty smell of blood makes you hungry, but you are thrilled thinking about the main curse on the field.
" Well done, Cougar," Ariana says excited first good new in the day.
Meanwhile, the chaos of hundreds of units joining the frail each minute makes all more grounded, real. You hope the nobles can send reinforcements soon because we are in numerical inferiority.
A strange hacked visual channel open. A sleek mercenary black cat mecha appears in a scene with a strange big object like a communications array in the space beating an alarming rate causing a strange pink sparkle in the nearby space.
"Look, we have no time for social justice or shit
" Same to you Octo. I was promised a ton of cash to Protection of an illegal structure. Then one pink urchin comes from nowhere trying to force me to enter in a gas indoctrinate chamber." Her voice is sweet and purring like hot and lemon on a cold day. but, sadly, in an ironic bitter tone. Then she continues rambling: "So I give a shit about this guy. I fuck his pinkie. I have stolen from the station. So I have the intel to prove it.
Both of you obtain a cypher copy of very complex blueprints. No way any of you have any idea of what she is talking about.
" We are no scientists..". Ariana says confused with the entire scene. A sentiment you wholeheartedly shares.
"Do I look like a fucking one?" She replies clearly annoyed, she seems to have a hell of a temper.
I am a con artist who spends more time on broken old ruins that in PlayKitty's beds
This is a dimensional nexus that theoretically opens a wormhole; I am a fucking Bard thief for hire, no a hero wannabe. So move your sexy ass here. Before this blow-up and the fucking Galaxy become Pink."
"At least, tell us your Name." You say intrigued for this mysterious cat lady.
"I am Poison Mara. Or you come or not, I won't risk my skin alone to save Galaxy."
"Joining us, Silverman and Ariana. A new dawn is about to begin when The Pink lord arrives and makes me its prophet for this blighted universe.
You evade several lost shoots while being totally secure that your auto-targeting system works, as you know perfectly your limitations as a marksman.
The right-hand trigger feels somehow heavy in your hands, you have to aim for your revenge and for your new friends. Sounds weird that words in your mind. But you can't negate that they are true.
You pull the trigger calmy and perfectly still feeling the critical opportunity you have.
The bursting grenades reached their objectives before you even could notice, The scene becomes pretty as an immense amount of colourful energy and plasma engulfs your opponents. J remains barely untouched, however, his platypus comrade shieldings are shivering, later flickering and finally stops. It is your moment your Claws storm over his defenceless cockpit before he ejected from the ship. The sweet tasty smell of blood makes you hungry, but you are thrilled thinking about the main curse on the field.
" Well done, Cougar," Ariana says excited first good new in the day.
Meanwhile, the chaos of hundreds of units joining the frail each minute makes all more grounded, real. You hope the nobles can send reinforcements soon because we are in numerical inferiority.
A strange hacked visual channel open. A sleek mercenary black cat mecha appears in a scene with a strange big object like a communications array in the space beating an alarming rate causing a strange pink sparkle in the nearby space.
"Look, we have no time for social justice or shit
" Same to you Octo. I was promised a ton of cash to Protection of an illegal structure. Then one pink urchin comes from nowhere trying to force me to enter in a gas indoctrinate chamber." Her voice is sweet and purring like hot and lemon on a cold day. but, sadly, in an ironic bitter tone. Then she continues rambling: "So I give a shit about this guy. I fuck his pinkie. I have stolen from the station. So I have the intel to prove it.
Both of you obtain a cypher copy of very complex blueprints. No way any of you have any idea of what she is talking about.
" We are no scientists..". Ariana says confused with the entire scene. A sentiment you wholeheartedly shares.
"Do I look like a fucking one?" She replies clearly annoyed, she seems to have a hell of a temper.
I am a con artist who spends more time on broken old ruins that in PlayKitty's beds
This is a dimensional nexus that theoretically opens a wormhole; I am a fucking Bard thief for hire, no a hero wannabe. So move your sexy ass here. Before this blow-up and the fucking Galaxy become Pink."
"At least, tell us your Name." You say intrigued for this mysterious cat lady.
"I am Poison Mara. Or you come or not, I won't risk my skin alone to save Galaxy."