Tomic Domin
SWRP Writer
- Joined
- May 23, 2019
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- 100
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It all came down to this.
The Body Snatcher.
The man who worked on sentients across the Galaxy, made some of the best replacements that had ever been seen on the Galactic market and a madman who enjoyed cutting people apart to stitch in some of said replacements.
He was a monster but he did good work and they needed that - he had completed their replacements as per Tomic's advance order but he had been driven from his hiding place and across the Galaxy before they could collect. Then he had gone about turning sentients into monsters controlled by their replacement limbs and organs.
Tomic would just as happily leave the deranged man to his stupid, messed up, 'plan' but the fact of the matter was that that creature had their replacements. He had the new hand he needed and the new arm that Skuld needed.
They just needed to go and get them.
They had managed to get a chip from the remains of the creature from the sewers and it led them here, to the man's lair. He waited outside with his weapons at the ready and narrowed eyes as he looked at the lair and then back to Skuld.
"I really don't like the looks of this place."
@Killa Ree