#misguided-ferocity

[space-hecate]

"All your worst nightmares are about to come true."

@misguided-ferocity

Isolabella doesn’t bother to turn to face him from where she sat at the cantina’s empty bar. The sarcasm drips from her tongue as she answers. “Oh no. How scary. You know this veird obsession you have vith us is getting a little creepy.” She slides some credits to the bartender and quickly downs a brightly colored shot, the empty glass clinking as she sets it back down. Her face is unamused as she finally turns to look at the man behind her. “So, vhat did I do to piss you off this time?”

[stubborn-amphibian]

"I restored your life, Nautolan, and bandaged your wound." @misguided-ferocity

@misguided-ferocity

The nautolan groaned and tenderly poked her forehead. She hissed and quickly drew back her hand as if she had burned herself. A large purple bruise was starting to take shape.

Bright sterile lights pierced her eyes and she blinked. Her prosthetic hand scraped across the metal table of the med-bay as she pushed herself up. A white bandage hugged her left leg. 

“Draven? What the hell are you doing here? Where’s Zalo and the others?"