Once the Wookie was within range, she slid in front of it. One clawed hand swiped down towards her and she met it hard with her blade, nearly entirely severing the limb before it let out a roar. Another few slices and its' head lolled to the ground, with her panting hard.
Hearing the scream, her head snapped up. One of her researchers?
She nodded once, and gripped her blade.
The sight made her blood run cold.
A group of Trandoshan--slavers, no doubt-- surrounded a group of what seemed like very frightened researchers. A few bodies from both sides littered the Shadowlands floor, however, a more pressing problem seemed to be at hand. There weren't zombie madclaws around.
They were the remaining crew of Grace Three, and they seemed peckish for more victims to AMS.
@Orbit
Hearing the scream, her head snapped up. One of her researchers?
She nodded once, and gripped her blade.
The sight made her blood run cold.
A group of Trandoshan--slavers, no doubt-- surrounded a group of what seemed like very frightened researchers. A few bodies from both sides littered the Shadowlands floor, however, a more pressing problem seemed to be at hand. There weren't zombie madclaws around.
They were the remaining crew of Grace Three, and they seemed peckish for more victims to AMS.
@Orbit