Broken hunger
The rod is as a ceremonial weapon but also a very practical one. It evolved from The cattle rod used to paralyse cattle in The almost mythical times Of The old empire.
Since the fall of the old days, It was adapted to use in the only cattle that it remains in the Galaxy. Our own species.
It has become a symbol of command, the fact that he has just left it hanging around in his desk shows how much The captain's mind has been damaged by the drugs and who knows what more.
The staff is surprisingly light and fits perfectly in your hand. It feels good when you swing it hearing the crispy sounds of the electricity ready to discharge volts in the traitorous room is the room engulfed in a heated battle Plasma blasters and electrical arcs from Sam and her squad who are viciously attempting to overcharge his shielding. Meanwhile, The drugged captain is evading all the other attacks that are making Skar grew more and more desperate, as the shielding battery is not infinite.
"Lovecraft You promised me!!
Shut up, mammalian scum! I won't withstand your wickedness any longer. Corrupt you to make you destroy your own vessel and your Tribe sounds how degenerated dry skin Felines are. Roma didn't Pay traitors. Kraken's lot
doesn't do that either".
You are death, either way, Skar. At least die with dignity executed by your people. We will take control of the vessel in the basis of the Colonial Tribes concordant
Since the fall of the old days, It was adapted to use in the only cattle that it remains in the Galaxy. Our own species.
It has become a symbol of command, the fact that he has just left it hanging around in his desk shows how much The captain's mind has been damaged by the drugs and who knows what more.
The staff is surprisingly light and fits perfectly in your hand. It feels good when you swing it hearing the crispy sounds of the electricity ready to discharge volts in the traitorous room is the room engulfed in a heated battle Plasma blasters and electrical arcs from Sam and her squad who are viciously attempting to overcharge his shielding. Meanwhile, The drugged captain is evading all the other attacks that are making Skar grew more and more desperate, as the shielding battery is not infinite.
"Lovecraft You promised me!!
Shut up, mammalian scum! I won't withstand your wickedness any longer. Corrupt you to make you destroy your own vessel and your Tribe sounds how degenerated dry skin Felines are. Roma didn't Pay traitors. Kraken's lot
doesn't do that either".
You are death, either way, Skar. At least die with dignity executed by your people. We will take control of the vessel in the basis of the Colonial Tribes concordant