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[/JUSTIFY][B][JUSTIFY][/justify][/B][JUSTIFY][SIZE=11px][font= playball] [B]name[/B] - Nyx Astera Loma
[B]age[/B]- 23
[B]height[/B] - 5'2" [157 cm]
[B]gender[/B]- Female
[B]role[/B] - mercenary/spy[/font][/SIZE][font= playball]

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[/JUSTIFY][B][JUSTIFY][/justify][/B][SIZE=11px][JUSTIFY][B]Faceclaim[/B] - Neeko [League][/JUSTIFY][/SIZE][JUSTIFY][SIZE=11px][B]Appearance[/B] - Nyx is a tan skinned chameleon like girl with golden eyes and purple hair. She has vertical pupils and golden eyes. Her face is dotted with several multicolored scales that reflect different colors when she moves. She has pinkish highlights in her hair, and usually keeps her locks in a ponytail to keep it out of her way. Her neck, shoulders, and back are green. She has the same type of multi-chrome scales on her face all over the rest of her body. Her ears are pointed but small, they are decorated with golden hoops. She likes to wear makeup, such as eye shadow and lipstick. She wears loose-fitting clothes that are often quite revealing. Short shorts and a cropped shirt. [/SIZE][/justify][/font][font= playball][JUSTIFY][/justify][/font][JUSTIFY][/JUSTIFY][/justify][/div][JUSTIFY][JUSTIFY][/JUSTIFY][div= float: left; border: solid black 4px; padding: 10px; height: 340px; width: 200px; overflow-y: scroll;overflow-x:hidden][B][U][JUSTIFY][/JUSTIFY][/U][JUSTIFY][/justify][/B][JUSTIFY]
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[/JUSTIFY][B][JUSTIFY][/justify][/B][JUSTIFY][SIZE=11px][font= playball] [B]sun sign[/B] - Leo [The Lion]
[B]vices[/B]- stubborn, vain, melodramatic, domineering, temperamental, selfish
[B]virtues[/B] - encouraging, generous, confident, ambitious, leader
[B]overall[/B] -  Nyx is a usually the loudest one in the room. She is headstrong and confident in her abilities. She is very curious about the world, and is still intrigued by the smallest of things. She is clever, and quick both mind and body. She only aims to save herself and her family. Though if it came down to it and she had to choose between the two, she would save herself. She's stubborn, and full of herself, but rightly so, she is a skilled fighter, but is known to fight dirty, and bend the rules.  [/font][/SIZE][font= playball][/font][/JUSTIFY][/div][JUSTIFY][/JUSTIFY][JUSTIFY][/JUSTIFY][div= float: left; border: solid black 4px; padding: 10px; height: 340px; width: 200px; overflow-y: scroll;overflow-x:hidden][B][U][JUSTIFY][/JUSTIFY][/U][JUSTIFY][/justify][/B][JUSTIFY]
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[/JUSTIFY][B][JUSTIFY][/justify][/B][JUSTIFY][SIZE=11px][font= playball] [B]birthplace[/B] - a planet known as Juno that resides just outside Galra control. 
[B]species[/B] - a chameleon type alien known as the Ripleys. They have the ability to blend into their background, or subtly change their appearance.
[B]history[/B] - Born into poverty, Nyx learned from a young age it was a dog-eat-dog world. She was the oldest of her siblings. Her father left to fight the Galra, and her mother had four other kids to tend to. Therefore, Nyx was often left to fend for herself. She had to grow up very fast, and assist her mother with every little task. She found there were a lot of bounties on the heads of those who lived in the less priviledged area, and she would sell their information for money. When her mother found out, she kicked her out of the house for being a traitor. Thus, Nyx led her own life in the city, where she made money by fighting, and selling information. She was a spy, but not for one particular side. She considers herself neutral, even though she follows her own rules, and seeks to destroy those who have wronged her. Despite her mother kicking her out, she still ensures her family is safe, and does her best not to connect herself to the Loma name.[/font][/SIZE][/JUSTIFY][/div][/JUSTIFY]

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Basics:​

name - Nyx Astera Loma
age- 23
height - 5'2" [157 cm]
gender- Female
role - mercenary/spy

Appearance:​

Faceclaim - Neeko [League]Appearance - Nyx is a tan skinned chameleon like girl with golden eyes and purple hair. She has vertical pupils and golden eyes. Her face is dotted with several multicolored scales that reflect different colors when she moves. She has pinkish highlights in her hair, and usually keeps her locks in a ponytail to keep it out of her way. Her neck, shoulders, and back are green. She has the same type of multi-chrome scales on her face all over the rest of her body. Her ears are pointed but small, they are decorated with golden hoops. She likes to wear makeup, such as eye shadow and lipstick. She wears loose-fitting clothes that are often quite revealing. Short shorts and a cropped shirt.

Personality:​

sun sign - Leo [The Lion]
vices- stubborn, vain, melodramatic, domineering, temperamental, selfish
virtues - encouraging, generous, confident, ambitious, leader
overall - Nyx is a usually the loudest one in the room. She is headstrong and confident in her abilities. She is very curious about the world, and is still intrigued by the smallest of things. She is clever, and quick both mind and body. She only aims to save herself and her family. Though if it came down to it and she had to choose between the two, she would save herself. She's stubborn, and full of herself, but rightly so, she is a skilled fighter, but is known to fight dirty, and bend the rules.

Biography:​

birthplace - a planet known as Juno that resides just outside Galra control.
species - a chameleon type alien known as the Ripleys. They have the ability to blend into their background, or subtly change their appearance.
history - Born into poverty, Nyx learned from a young age it was a dog-eat-dog world. She was the oldest of her siblings. Her father left to fight the Galra, and her mother had four other kids to tend to. Therefore, Nyx was often left to fend for herself. She had to grow up very fast, and assist her mother with every little task. She found there were a lot of bounties on the heads of those who lived in the less priviledged area, and she would sell their information for money. When her mother found out, she kicked her out of the house for being a traitor. Thus, Nyx led her own life in the city, where she made money by fighting, and selling information. She was a spy, but not for one particular side. She considers herself neutral, even though she follows her own rules, and seeks to destroy those who have wronged her. Despite her mother kicking her out, she still ensures her family is safe, and does her best not to connect herself to the Loma name.

 

[DivineUltima]

^{Birth Name:}
▹ ^{Quinn. ❝Byte.❞ Eden.
↳✧ kuh-win (unisex) // referred to as "intelligent" and of the descendant of conn.
↳ ✧ bi-tit (unisex) // a middle name referring to the action of biting.
↳ ✧ ee-den (feminine) // meaning of name is the "delight" or in ancient christian bible terms of paradise.}
_Nicknames:
▹ Quinny. Quinn. Quinn. • Pet name.
↳ ^{✧ P}_{lay at her name, the children of Chiro deride Quinn but with age it's meaning evoles playful more than anything in contrast.}

▹ Byte. Of. Eden. • Alias / Title.
↳ ^✧ _{She's become a myth to the galaxy, her clan altogether. Since she's gone to hibernation she rises once more in her youthful skin, the myth lives again as Galra and other races refer to her as this. No one knows her by her primary name.}

▹ Vagabond. • Title.
↳ ^✧ <sub>Dubbed by the denizens whom assume she too is one, they assume she's a homeless girl just getting on by.

Age:
▹ Anterior to the Galra contamination and reign, she was a tween lad in her tribe at the age of fourteen. Post the awakening of Allura and alteans remnants, she stirs out of hibernation to find herself hardly age but only advancing up to five years of the maximum ofnineteen.

Gender Orientation:</sub>
▹ <sub>Anatomy curvaceous defines as a female by biological science. The title Byte Of Eden is enigmatic which stirs dispute on her gender hence she's been referred to as he/she/them and accepts it.

Preference:</sub>
▹ Juggling around attraction and hot in the pants for either gender and much more of the spectrum the freak of nature is allured by personality when in comes to heart and the bed. Pansexual and romantic at full.
_{Relationship Status:}
▹ Hasn't been in a steady relationship— commitment for lousy space punks they wish. She'ssingle and always mingling opening complicated friends with benefits relationships.

_{Ethical Origin:}
▹ Commencement in one of the numerous solar systems and tucked in a galaxy far far away she hails from planet Neoromicia. The inhabitants consists of humanoid batesque extraterrestrials known as Chiros.
_Species:
▹ Chiro possessing humanoid attributes the distinctive traits of the batesque it consists of slit pupils, elongated ears of all sizes sprouting from their noggins, retractable wings that shrink within slits on the lower-back shoulder blades or wings that are connected to their craniums and a set of fangs with a craving for nocturnal hours and blood lust.
▹ Quinn is born from both a Chiro and Galra, splitting it fifty fifty. If this was in earth ethnicity terms she has Irish and Scottish due to the accent.

_{Appearance:
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▹ Disregarding wing size and ear size, Quinn stands at a poised fair posture 5'5 ft. and weighs 117 lbs, breasts springing out a plump b-cup and appletoosh. Overall her physique bears resemblance to that of a lolipop. Diamond jaw structure with a complexion of a ghost. Facial features consists of piercing monold shaped eyes lime-yellow irises and above are mysterious natural eyebrows, small perky nose, pointy pale lips. Mauve locks are a prickly mess with both heavy forehead bangs and two ropes of mauve strands curving out (hairstyle) with medium sized bat ears that are consumed by her head mane.
▹ Quinn's bat wings don't sprout out unless on impulse on flight or fight, out of everyone in the chiro tribe, she is estimated to be 5th in the most longest wings and considerably smaller bat ears atop of her head.
▹ Quite the fashion sense from the tramp, she wears revealing garments. Her Chiro & Galra gear are interchangeable but her pastel punk, grunge, and technology enhancing gear always are on par in her daily attire.
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▹} CASUAL GARBS:
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▹ FORMAL GARBS:
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▹ CHIRO GEAR:
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▹ NIGHT WEAR/SWIM WEAR:
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General Nature:}
^{| Persistent | Obnoxious | Coquettish | Cynical | Steadfast | Practical | Nosy | Cheshire | Impish | Con | Cynical | Fabricator | Gossip Girl | Frisky | Gutter Mind | Sadistic |}
▹ Prolonged hibernation and all, Byte Of Eden hasn't change one bit. Nosy as ever, the curious minx often scoops the juiciest of gossip around multiple provinces she stumbles upon. Extroverted as ever, she has a way with words, living up to her minx-nature of flirting and teasing innuendos that the children will never understand. She bats her lash at almost everyone and anyone that crosses her path, always prompting conversation and sponging every last bit of knowledge they harbor. Appearing as a ditz to most men and women alike, this isn't Quinn's first rodeo, indeed others would underestimate her understanding psychologically AND evidently experienced in the fields of hunting, scavenging, medically, combat, and a handful of more as on her freetime she is devoted to her studies and learns something new every day from the folks that pass by. As Quinn appears to be friendly and such, in combat she's a entirely new force. Offense barbarically, she is a hot-head and cynical to the fullest. Taunting her opponent and humiliating right there before her, firing her up for competition.
▹ Quinn is hardworking and once she sets her mind to something she will stop at nothing to get it, she somehow is never sloppy and is tidy, refusing to slack off. Insecurities negatively exists as she is torn between serving the Galra for it's written in her blood and the life of a cheshire news reporter. On top of that she hardly trusts the denizens as their fairy tales of her eden tribe are completely off, therefore she indulges in giving them a good scare and will murder with conviction and leave them to rot.

_{Quirks/Habits/Flaws:
▹ During daylight or anywhere blindingly bright Quinn will resign and cower from combat of any kind due to her eyesight.}
▹ Compulsively buys things she doesn't need. Sticks her nose and easedrops in everything.
▹ Quinn has a gutter mind meaning she takes everything out of context to a sexual degree.
_Affiliation:
▹ Eden's Hamlet & Galra Empire. On her home planet she is seen as a sellout to her clan, whenever she is around she is shunned and antagonize by those physically throwing rocks, or shoving her around. Since she sworn oath to Zarkon and his Galra Empire in order to provide for her younger sister. At some point she slips through the cracks and pledges to conquer the trials to ultimately become a member of Blades of Marmora.

_{Social Class:}
▹ Middle class at maximum with her affiliation with the Galra Empire being a willing and sufficient asset to the bastille her income has increased although she is a high wager for bounty.

_{Transportation:}
▹ By her very own wings that soar her or the ship constructed for her Chiro/Galra unit.

Occupation:
▹ Off the books self proclaimed news reporter who serves the Galra Empire under Lotor's forces whom takes on bounties and personally requested assassination quarries.

Ship Model:
<sub>▹ An dual bat wing bat ship that is a four-winged larger bat when joint by the other half. Claudios pilots one ship and Quinn pilots another. In consists of purple-black- and dark blue shades.

Religion:
▹ A spin on the belief of Omnism.</sub>
❝ Those who reign are worth worshipping. I serve the one who has all the pieces to the chestboard, playing their cards right, those who strike the feae of GOD for respect and loyalty to those in our timeline. ❞
— QUINN. XII.
_Likes:
『^{Lemons/Strawberries / || Caffeine || Dress to impress || News and discovery || Flight || Creatures || The Dessert || Gossip || Wit || Sorcery || Eveningtide || Thunderstorms || Wildfires || Massages || Fairytales || Desserts || Fighting and mischief || Fresh Crops || Dew covered grass || Dusk & Dawn || Fog || The ancient dragons || Fire twirling || Seagulls || Nicknames || Wildlife || Truffles || Flowers: Roses || Insects || Competition || Technology || Sex / Kinks || Space Malls || Drinking/Alcohols || Weapons/Blood} 』

_{Dislikes:
『}^{Ice and anything involving the cold || Hylians || Crowds || Horses ||| Seagulls || Animal Cruelty || Poachers of any kind || Her sister's attitude || Slowpokes || Loosing a grip on the handle || Want-to-be-heroes || Hats || Incognito Constantly || Breaking her nails || Lightning || Wet wings || Squeaky noises}』

_{Phobias/Fears/Disorders/Handicaps/Allergies:
▹} Fear of going blind. {extreme fear} Scotomaphobia.
_▹ Fear of becoming handicap {mild fear} Dysmorphobia.
_▹ Fear of being buried alive {irrarional phobia} Taphophobia.
_▹ Fear of freezing to death. {irrational phobia} Cyrophobia.
_▹ Fear of loosing someone you care about. {extream fear} Thantophobia.
▹ Psychosis episodes warps out her reality to a strung one. {mental disorder}

_Relatives:
「^{Claudios Eden ; Echo Of Eden}」➳ 「^{Alive ; Biological Sister ; Eleven Y/O}」
_{▹ Claudios has photographic memory, despite being of the younger generation Quinn enforced her younger sibling to hibernate with her therefore keeping her at the proximate age off eleven. She is acutely sassy and has a grudge against the world, she hardly tolerates anyone besides her kin and is alive. The might be bitter and bicker to one another on the mundane of days but at the end of the day, Claudios is handicap since her wings is chipped and can no longer soar steadily without some protocol crash landing. She uses certain gear attached to her wings to at least maintain elevation but the drawback is ache and pain. She is alive braniac who is a grease monkey by heard. Her nicknames are Claudia and Claudi.}

「R^{ougue Eden ; Light Of Eden}」➳ 「^{Deceased ; Biological Mother; Thirties Y/O}」
_{▹ A loving mother of two daughters, she was a higher rank in the Eden tribe. She spread prosperity and tried to renown the Eden tribe as the peaceful fraction of the chiro race after their kind turned up to be behind many murders. She wasn't as innocent as she let on to be, her naivety brought her to her deathbed by the hands of her mad scientist Galra husband. The symbol of peace for the Eden tribe had brought shame upon their tribe which said shame was transferred over to Quinn's expectation to which she does not live to as the successor of the 'light of eden' title, hence they called her the 'byte' of eden for being a disgrace.}

「N^{oach ; Traitor Of Eden}」➳ 「^{Deceased ; Biological Father; UNKNOWN Y/O}」
<sub>▹ A Galra obsessed with scientific discovery and life force for expanding technology, the galra had worn a facade since day one he decided to make the the planet of the Chiro's his mandatory home. He was constantly researching and never showed cleared signs of resentment towards anyone but possessed a similar obsession for further science as Haggar. He impregnated Rougue who became his last victim after a series or murders by a unknown perpetrator and he was the mastermind behind it all. The sickening Galra killed, analyzed and experimented on the Chiro's for years, making Quinn's mother the very last victim until he was dispatched by his very own daughter, who left him in pieces.

Inner Circle/Association:</sub>
「^Axca」➳ 「^Coworker 」

「^Zarkon」➳ 「^Ruler」

「^Narti」➳ 「^Coworker 」

「^Zethrid」➳ 「^Coworker 」

「^Haggar」➳ 「^Leader 」

「^Thace」➳ 「^Friend 」


<sub>Hobbies:
▹ Spreading news across the galaxy via news reports.
▹ Tormenting the evening lives of everyone, toying around with them
▹ Looting for books in order to bring back to her hamlet's and read to delve into her studies.
▹ Forging new firearm and weapons.
▹ Flirting and flouncing about.

Talents:</sub>
▹ Spreading news and hearing both sides of the story, she's a natural born news reporter and knows how to use her words carefully.

_{Weapons/Powers/Abilities/Combat:}
▹ Malice quintessence that corrupted the armor beneath her clothing allows to summon at will a battle axe that weighs slightly less than her, however. She wields it with ease in order to get the job done. Quinn has the ability to soar high above ground, the skies her limit. She has bat wings that are buds on her back but when the time comes, the tears off her wardrobe/swaps it in order to take travel to elevated grounds.
▹ The chiro use malice themselves, therefore a majority of their pigments are of the darker cast and most are known for bright lime eyes. There malice corrupted a majority of their soul depending on usage, overtime the chiro had tapped into sheikah technology to build armor to control the amount of malice flowing in them, to extract it when the time came to use it.
_Strength:
▹ Technology and equipment give her boosts, she naturally is relatively strong to be wielding a giant technology pumped battle axe. She is remarkably strong and a force to reckon with. She is trained by the Galra and formerly her mother to fend for herself.
▹ That said, Quinn's stamina rejuvenates quickly and sustains for lengthy periods. She is a speed demon and moves in a blink of eye, with reflexes on the go.
▹ HELLO? She can fly which gives her the best of flight and fight both grounded and aerial frays.

_Weaknesses:
▹ Due to the bat genus in her eyesight might blur during daytime battles and she wears goggles to counter this, however. These goggles could be knocked off, broken, but repairable.
▹ Elemental offensives such as earth, fire, water, ice, air, electricity, acid all a hindrance to her and slow her movements.
▹ Quinn's ear are hyper sensitive. If one could lay a solid hit or merely touch it, she would be thrashing and moaning about.
▹ Frankly, in water she is a terrible swimmer and can't take targets head on in a aquatic battle.

<sub>Stats:
▹ Power: 4/5
▹ Agility: 5/5
▹ Technique: 3/5
▹ Intelligence: 2/5
▹ Cooperativeness: 2/5
▹ Cooldown + Stamina: 5/5
▹ Offense: 4/5
▹ Defense: 2/5
▹ Evasion: 3/5
▹ Accuracy: 3/5
▹ Long range: 2/5
▹ Short range: 5/5

Origins:
▹ 10,000 years ago the Chrio tribe emitted to existence. A tribe of ruthless bat humanoids that would utilize the moon hours to plague and slaughter multiple races in the night. They were ruthless, they scavenged took what they wanted. When the Galra reign superior their population dwindled as the guardians and technologies were able to wipe out hurdles of their kin. Survivors were almost extinct until the remainder of them, being three exactly - two females and a male - were to repopulate. These three would be known to divide the Chiro tribe: Eden, the youngest and naive one would divide her children and allowing her half to follow the course of a more neutral and nurturing life. Whilst Vice, the eldest sister would study the cubic technology and keep them in records to pass down for their generation could use to either survive off malice or serve the Galra. Ichor, the man, favored Vice, and swindle one step ahead and would dedicate his half of the Chiro tribe to servants of the Galra. and make preparations for his return.
▹ Their settlements were constantly changing, many offspring were killed along the way, but their species were out of the spotlight and became a myth and fairytale denizens told to keep their children out of trouble. Until 100 in existence when strange activity rouse to the challenge. With the preparations of the divine beasts that formed Voltron, the Ichor and Vice clan began to make pacts with the denizens all over to assassinate and do the bidding of the them who were desperate to reduce to such crimes yet unable to bring themselves to do the deed. They were pillaging towns in the howling hours and ravaging all they could find. The Eden's stayed neutral, except for a few curious children who stuck their noses where it doesn't belong.
▹ Quinn, her sister, and other children were aspiring to convert their tribes, but their parents would punish them and scold the children constantly until they all one day snuck out when the elders were having a conference. With their bat wings, they soared in the night and embarked on their own adventure to find a member of the Ichor tribe, until they witnessed a crime before their eye. They were manipulated into serving the Ichor tribe until Rogue Eden stepped between one day of transaction and vowed to keep her children isolated until they knew better.
▹ In the Eden settlement, Noach, a smitten Galra, who was accepted among the Eden and created technology for their clan to aid the elders who were naturally pacifists, became obsessed with them. While Zarkon wanted them eradicated along with other Galra, Noach had a formula to appease them both: he wanted to experiment on them and their corpses. On a windy evening, Quinn and her sister heard their father and mother arguing, until witnessing her father use a sickle to grotesquely murder their mother. Wrath pounced Quinn as she wasted no time in killing the GALRA man, who she no longer considered her father, before her sister's eyes.
▹</sub> ^{The elders took in the siblings but it was curt, for the Galrawas arising. After the trauma they endured, the elders took all the children out of the hamlet and ushered them out to the wilderness to find a spot hibernate. Quinn disobeyed orders in directions and wounded up in the snowy regions of their planet to escape pods. The cold was getting to the both of them, Quinn hustled for shelter and hoisted them through to a ice cave where she engulfed their bodies together within her wings.}
_▹ ^{10,000+ years later, Quinn and Claudios awoke together from their pod of bat wings, only to find themselves snowballing out of a cave until landing wildly on a hill. Quinn's wings were gelid, therefore she had to foot with with her sister till the ice melted off before taking a jelly trembling flight back to the surface. Their memories were in a haze and for the time being they had to fend for themselves. After days of hunting and regaining memories, they stumbled across the Eden Hamlet which expanded slightly and they were welcomed with open arms.}
▹ Quinn devoted herself to learning all that has occurred historically wise, she set foot outside of the hamlet once she found herself prepared and decided to be a 'news reporter', and relish in the world once she was ready. Along the way she was exposed to malice in the air and once again, encountered a member of the Ichor clan like she did when she was young. For a entire year, she spent her training and learning how to utilize the technology to use the malice for her own bidding while serving them behind the Eden's back, since it only felt proper. She holds a grudge against the Galra, but she blends in swimmingly with them as she is her father's daughter. . she serves the empire vigilantly, alongside with taking up bounties and personal requests for assassination all around the galaxy, she is assigned to Lotor's units as a separate case from Zarkon's reign.

Love Interests:
「^{Prince Lotor}」➳ 「^Servant」

「^{Takashi Shirogane}」➳ 「^Enemies」

_Playlists:
▹ Primary Playlist for Quinn.
<sub>Quotes:

Trivia/Cannon:</sub>
▹ A aesthetic made by Niko for Quinn.
▹ _{Voice Actor: Xayah from League Of Legends with a hint of a scottish accent.
Q & A:}
▹ _{tba. . .}

 

[DivineUltima]

— ✦Lost within time. Time is the cruelest ruler they all obeyed, the runner up would be none other than Zarkon. Timeless as his reigned seemed, it appeared everything was bleak in the galaxy. To rise against the Galra would only mean all who defy him would be martyrs in the long run with a short running concept; overthrow his reign. With a witch whispering in his ear, a kin of his own, and bloodthirsty followers riding his coattails, the Galra weren't going away anytime soon. But it cutting the head of the primary snake would be the greatest domino effect in galactic history they've yet to immerse in firsthand.

— ✦ A heir of doom had been summoned to his Father's throne room. The mauve head outpost where all Game slither to when death or reward, to whichever merit they owe with their performance. It towered within the central command system, only those of priority would breathe in the same vicinity as Zarkon. Each echoing step filled Lotor with disdain, those fowl druids Haggar kept on standby— Haggar herself too, it was no wonder each time he entered he had a gall gait with him at all times. When he reached the center, he kneeled and lowered his head- a swallow of his dignity, a dose of charm. “Vrepit Sa, father. I see you're fairing well in your timeless glory days.” The atmosphere from the deafening outlook of eerie space behind them, with pillars powered by the Druids necromancing, Zarkon was nothing without his witch— and the witch was nothing without Zarkon, they were half of a pair, gone mad with their own irreversible power. Zarkon hadn't moved a inch, Lotor happened to opperate on his own doing rather than prioritizing central commands. "No son of mine should call these glory days when a nuisance has supposedly appeared from thin air, with operators that appeared out from the slog of woodworks." He arises. "One of our henchmen had defied direct orders and had sought them out. No sign, no contact, no trace. We fear that if the upcoming assembling paladins were to get ahold of them, it would soil our plans in future conquests." Zarkon's drawl of impending threats faintly prompted him to narrow his orbs. Haggar continued for Zarkon, tilting her head upward from the cloak. "They could not only gain assets of our technology but revoke of us a ally. Defeat or having one of our own captured by the enemy is not a option, we must execute them or retrieve them. Besides, their niche of a kin are on par with the Okari it seems. We need you to retrieve the Byte Of Eden and writhe the intel they've gained in their adrupt absence. Understood?" Haggar repeated as Zarkon had other matters to handle and deters his attention elsewhere. Lotor found it futile that one of the assets had been so careless he may just writhe the unorthodox hybrid of their quintessence at this rate. "Understood." When he was dismissed, he his frown seeped in. It was quite the blunder but he could utilize his Father's research to his own with his fair of interrogation. . .

— ✦ When coordinates became a wild goose chase for the Chiro, it appeared that the default Galra ship was a preference choice for 'sneaking out' without them second guessing that I was her ship. Then again, her personal ship would've been able to handle the blow of a meteor shower. It was a quiet scream among the galaxy that Voltron had returned, a myth that died in the heart's of children. With the Galra regarding with abdor and fear, it was to her appeal to do personal investigation. On the surface she didn't appear full Galra. But under the cult armor, it was no wonder the galaxy feared her. The skin exposure wasn't solely for the sexual appeal, it was to run her own malice quintessence through every spark of her being, letting it flow through every fiber. That being said, the bulk did come in handy for defense. The Byte of Eden's helm appeared cracked, the shards sprawled out in the floor and her cockpit shattered. When whirred awake, she panicked and her wings sprouted out impulsively, forcing her to whizz through her- short lived as she dived and flopped on the ground. Her gauntlet knuckles gave a brutal bang to her helmet, in order to reboot her system and analyze the presentation environment, but that took had malfunction and the Galra alphabet looked like gibberish all over again. She arised to her feet, steady breaths and gaped out. The slurping of the waterfall, the foliage crunching beneath her feet; she was stranded in the unknown. "Talk about deja vu." She clicked her tongue and tucked in her cheek, already irritated that her plan was far from full proof. It eas impulsive but if she could retrieve or receive intel on voltron, well, she could liberate her people. She wouldn't have to be the only defender. She wouldn't have to be hated for the rest of eternity for doing what does best...

 

[hollow.moon]

Takashi Shirogane
Space was cold, and empty, Shiro never thought he would be thrown back into it right after he made it back to earth. He stared out at the stars, his arms folded behind his back in an 'at-ease' posture. He frowned, the last few weeks had been hellish, but he was glad to have his team, he was glad to be alive. Looking down at his hand he balled it into a fist and let out a sigh, he was never good at being alone with his own thoughts. Suddenly a crackle could be heard through the intercom of the ship. It was Coran, he asked for everyone to report to the bridge immediately. Shiro made his way there as quickly as possible, out here he never knew if there was an emergency, or if Coran had lost something and needed help finding it. Shiro was the first onto the bridge "What's wrong?" he questioned.
Allura was standing in the center of the room at the control panel. She turned to Shiro with a gentle smile "We have a lead!" she said happily. She lowered her hand and closed down the holographic control panel and looked to Coran. The rest of the Paladins filed in, Keith, Pidge and Hunk, and then Lance lastly.
"We have word that a well known spy is close by, escaping on a damaged shuttle. We assume she must have crashed." Coran explained "She plays 'both sides of the coin' as you humans might say, and may very well have some useful information for us." he added. A worried expression crossed his features as he tapped his chin in thought "However, she is not the type to give it freely, it may be difficult to convince her without a fair bit of credits."
Shiro frowned "What do we know about her?" he questioned.
"Nothing more than that she is a rarer alien species, and shares features with an earth animal. I cannot recall what animal our source said though..." Allura said sadly.
"I believe it was a cat." Coran said "Or something like that." he really wasn't sure.
"The ship is headed towards a distress signal, according to our source she procured a Galra ship in order to sneak past their defenses." Allura explained, and raised her hand to reveal a picture of a Galran ship "Fortunately the distress signal we picked up came from a Galran escape shuttle!"
Shiro thought it was far too much of a coincidence, "What if it's a trap?" he questioned. The rest of the paladins nodded in solemn agreement.
"That is why you will take the lions down to the surface, she may react with hostility, do not let her get away." Allura explained.

Nyx Loma
Damn those wealthy sons of bitches. Nyx would never be in this mess if she was not so low on funds. They wanted a Galran ship, to 'study' and Nyx, believing she was the best damned pilot, spy, mercenary the galaxy had ever seen, agreed. It worked out fantastically at first, she managed to sneak her way onto a Galra vessel, snatch a uniform and pretend to be a soldier. She managed to get through all the layers of security by simply following a man around and acting like she did not know how to do her job. Truthfully, she had quite a bit of fun, she always had fun on missions where her life was on the line. No better way to know you're alive than to nearly die, right? The ship she stole was a dream, it was quick, and glided through space like a knife through melted butter. She didn't know what kind it was or what it was built for, it wasn't her job to know any of that. The only thing she had to do was get the ship and get paid.

However, even though she managed to escape the barrage of gunfire when she made her escape, a few rounds hit the ship and damaged it pretty badly. She was low on fuel, low on oxygen, and had no idea that the ship had a built in tracker. Pulling on an oxygen mask she scrambled around the cockpit, searching for some magical button that would fix it all, the ship stalled, the artificial gravity failed and she was floating in the empty void, now at the mercy of whoever found her. The reality that she was going to die out here hit her hard. Her heart pounded in her chest as she went to press various buttons in hope of bringing the ship back to life, but it all went dark. Now only time would determine her fate. Either she would freeze to death, run out of oxygen, starve, or be captured and imprisoned for her crimes against the Galran empire. Likely executed too. Either way, her fate ended in death.

She slammed her fist into the hard metal wall, and winced at the pain. Her body floated weightlessly. She did not know which way was up or down. She was truly lost now. The worst part about this? She would never get paid.

 

[DivineUltima]

— ✦ Prince Lotor
The task to retrieve had been postponed, his excuses were that the lack of leads and disabling of a tracking device were inevitable. Hell, he hadn't spared a glance at the reference image. All rare species all had the distance motifs in characteristics.

An intermission had informed from one of his crew mates, Zethrid clocking in and hovering on his screen. "Prince Lotor, we'd like to confirmed that there's a ship that's recently been deotnated. That is where we'll determine the coordinates of the traitor."

"What orbit or neighborhood planets are they nearby?" Lotor demanded, listening to Zethrid until he was already in boosting flight mode.

Aside from being one to neglect the case of their own battle ships gone rogue, he used this as a lead to complete his Father's pesky request. His father must've been stopping to desperation, was this 'Voltron' really the universe warning the Galra empire to halt? Lotor's agenda had been barely revealed, a man with skeletons in his closet seeking power and virtue and to eradicate the Galra once and for all.

Once everyone was engaged in booster mode, Lotor and the other space crafts were approaching the orbit where the distressed signal arises from, albeit oblivious to everyone to signals were colliding due to their networking being linked— they were initially built to be a fighter cruiser but instead it was turned to scraps and revitalized as fighter jets. Hence between the Byte Of Eden and the a well renowned soy, their ships weren't full proofed or optimized for signaling and connecting to the galactic networking or stations.

Upon arrival at the drifting figure amiss of the hollow space, Lotor immediately barked out. "Halt!... Surround it." He hesistated, having his own plan in mind.

As Axca, Ezor, Narti and Zethrid circled around and kept their cross heirs of their ships targeted on the the vivid figure, he intiated the magnet, allowing it to mimick the gravitational pull in order to reel in Nyx's figure into his ship, the platform sliding open before swallowing her into his ship, before fully hightailing out of atmosphere as he watched the cameras for the shivering practically a pinata carcus land in his storage department. He ordered drones to take hostage the figure and place them in the cellar of his ship, afterall it wouldn't be a Galra ship without a cellar.

The drones hustle to complete their command, lifting the ghostly pale body, quickly equipping a chain, prominently the ball and chain, and locking away Nyx almost immediately.

"On second thought, the emperor could wait for his delivery. Regroup at headquarters and assemble our cruiser." Lotor ordered.

He could finally be a step ahead in the research his alleged father and that witch was conspiring on...

— ✦Quinn Byte Eden
Conspicuous didn't begin to remark how terrible Quinn's entrance was to this planet, all she was followed coordinates, encountered ships, and was met with enraged Galra. The next thing she knew was the critical pervading of smoke traversing up he nostrils, followed by the shrill alarm of her ship.

"INTIATING SELF DESTRUCT SEQUENCE IN FIVE. FOUR. THREE. TWO. ONE..." The electronic voice warned.

In another swift action she whizzed further out by her wings, taking fall damage as she happened to be wounded and the aches and bruises, cuts and shards began to kick in. Roughly she panted when the chunks of the apparatus followed by the detonation of her cargo and ship were all sprawled through trees and bushes, leaving a enormous pit. With fleeting pants, she tried to make a run for it, as did the scampering wild life did. Her wings twitches back into her shelter case apparatus, have her hobble off at max speed as she likely knew the smoke clouds leading above were going to give her the wrong attention, and right now, she would prefer to not have all eyes on her.

 

[hollow.moon]

Takashi Shirogane
The castle of the five lions made it to the coordinates where the distress signal originated.The Paladins were already suited up and ready to go "Pidge, you go down first in the green lion, hide yourself as you fly overhead to look for her, I'm sure as soon as she sees a ship she'll make a run for it." Shiro ordered. Pidge nodded and headed down to the planet's surface to take a look, her cloaking device activated the entire time.

"I see smoke!" Pidge announced through the intercom "Looks like a pretty bad crash." she said solemnly. It only took Pidge a few minutes to spot the bat-like alien running from the rubble "There! I see her!" the green lion opened it's mouth and scooped up the alien, along with a few bits of trees.

"Great job, Pidge! Bring it back now." Shiro told her through the com.

Pidge brought back the green lion to the castle, and gently dropped the prisoner onto the floor, along with whatever else she managed to pick up in the lion's mouth. The other paladins rushed down to the docking bay as quickly as they could. Pidge hopped out of her lion to take a look. Hunk had to throw off a few bits of rubble to reveal the figure beneath. He arched a brow "She kind of, looks like a bat?" Hunk said in a questioning voice.

"That must have been what Coran meant by cat." Keith said as he curiously approached the girl on the ground.

Shrio came in last, and quickly jumped into action, luckily she was injured and did not react as quickly. He disarmed her and cuffed her hands behind her back with cuffs that would tighten the more the prisoner struggled. Although it could be seen as harsh, Shiro was unsure if he could trust this woman, and at the moment he had no reason to. The castle left the planet's orbit and began to fly off into empty space.

'We should probably tend to her wounds." suggested Pidge.

Shiro nodded "Lets get her to medical bay." he said as he pushed her forward "Whats your name?" his demeanor was suddenly friendly, despite the fact that it was indeed him who put her into cuffs and took her weapons.

Nyx Loma
She was unconscious by the time she was pulled into a ship, she would have suffocated if she had not been captured. Her lungs filled with fresh air, and her head throbbed in pain as she was dropped onto the floor. Ripping off the oxygen mask she looked around at the droids that surrounded her. She thought they would be easy to deal with, until she was chained to a heavy weight. Still, she managed to punch one of the droids hard with her gauntlets. The electric surge was too much for the small thing, and it fell to the ground pathetically. Nyx tried to punch another but they flew away, and she just wasn't fast enough.

When she realized where she was she felt panic set in. It was a Galran ship, she knew that much, it looked so similar to the one she had stolen. The lights were bright and the floor was cold metal. She pulled at the ball and chain on her ankle "This is a bit medieval don't you think?" she limped across the floor to the door and banged on it with her gauntlets hoping to short out the circuit like she did with the droid but it was no use.

She wondered where they were taking her if they would kill her when they took her back to Zarkon, how severe her punishment would be. She placed her back against the wall and slid to the floor, using her ability to blend in to make herself appear invisible against the cold metallic wall. However, the ball and chain was not so easily persuaded, so she merely hoped her captors were not so observant.

 

[DivineUltima]

— ✦Prince Lotor
Once the ships assembled Lotor's very own cruiser, they were set in autopilot, setting a course for his own private resort but for the mean time they had a pesk-problem that had to be handled.

"Emperor Zarkon, I'm updating you on the status of the missing ship; it has been detonated and the life form board has been confirmed to be the chunks of a carcus afloat." Lotor tuned in, only to be fast forwarded to a voice mail status.

Typical.

A leader too busy to contact his son. What was the urgency and panic for earlier?

He took it upon his hands to see the files of the true perpetrator they were looking for— cross filing them with the hostage on board, only to find that they were to separate people... which, he could care less for Zarkon's sake, but could care more for his current juxtaposition.

The prince narrowed the celestial purple eyes of his, only to set his ship into autopilot at the coordinates desires. Only for his colleagues to be a step ahead. Zethrid monitored the cameras with a keen eye, signaling her communication device.

"They are no longer armed but it appears they can camouflage with their background. Don't be fooled." She grunted defensively.

Being the nosy one, Ezor was the first to await Lotor with Axca. Narti ordered to stay behind in case any suspicious behavior occurred. They couldn't underestimate the hostage-or overstayed guest. The three women awaited the echoes of his footsteps until his towering figure was before them. He sauntered to the cellar, with his silent mercenaries of his own.

"We've binded them, unsure of their capacity. It seems our database debunk —" Axca was cut off, midst by Lotor raising his hand.

They haven't found their target, but something greater than their initial target. Axca felt alarmed slightly.

"Open the corridors. Clearly they've had their own experience with the brutal force of the Galra. But we mustn't follow their ways— unlock the bindings this instance." Lotor corrected, opening the cage.

The two galra imbreds exchanged glances, they never could read Lotor's motives. All the more they followed him for the greater good cause.

Ezor made a face, giving a sly mockery to Lotor's decision. "O—K! If you say so!" She chirped.

The two of them entered the cellar together, Ezor disengaged the ball-in-chain- it installed a chip via injections when Nyx was asleep, a tracking device that applied pressure to look like chains and above all else, nothing else in mind. The three of them had features that could be considered Galran, but they were a unit for the reason that they weren't full blooded Galra.

"Its a odd choice to steal a Galra ship. Tell me, was it money or debt that swayed you?" Lotor inquired.

Prepared for any unregistered attacks from the hostage. Axca stood in the doorway of the cellar and Ezor too retreated there to give them space since Lotor always seemed to become rather acquainted with the prisoners.

— ✦Quinn Byte Eden
The atmosphere heightened, whirling around her in a blur. One second she was deserted in heart of the junk, next she was swallowing by a giant jaguar automated aircraft. With all the bright lights, broken headgear, and wounds— she wasn't fully functional. The lemon orbs of her squinted, arrays of chrome blue-silver lighting irritated her orbs- voices from the flannel of her, behind her, then 'man'-handling her. . .

With a forced clearing of her throat, blurred vision due to every factor known to all species, she scoffed with debris in her throat.

"Anything you want it to be..." Quinn utters, almost with too much of a flirting tone.

"...is what I would say if you knew how to treat a woman." Her scottish accent kicked in a notch, blinking several times to readjust her vision.

By the sound of, she seemed to be dealing with mediocre species, their voices unsure whether or not they should really be going through with this. Which in all her years, she learned was their downfall.

 

[hollow.moon]

Takashi Shriogane
Shiro led Quinn down the halls of the palace, his grip tight on her arm, Lance snickered at her remark on how Shiro did not know how to treat a woman "Come on Shiro, treat the lady with some respect." he teased and gave a wink at Quinn.

"Lance, can you try not to flirt with an alien girl for five minutes?" Pidge questioned with a frown. Lance narrowed his eyes at her and stuck out his tongue.

When they arrived at the medical lab Shiro hoisted Quinn onto a table, and released her restraints "We have no intention of harming you, and I won't bother you with questions until all your wounds are taken care of." Shiro said in a gentle tone. He was a prisoner once too, he had no intention of being a cold asshole to a girl who was probably scared out of her mind.

Pidge gathered some supplies and began to tend to the wounds, "This is gonna sting." she warned before cleaning one cut with alcohol. Some of them were deep, but thanks to the advanced technology on the ship there was no need for stitches. Shiro stood close to Quinn the whole time, ready to jump into action at any wrong move.

"My name is Shiro, and this is Pidge." he explained, motioning to Pidge who smiled at Quinn as she cleaned a wound on her leg.

"Sorry for picking you up like that," said Pidge "Not the best pilot in the universe, that award would go to Shiro."

Shiro smiled, a faint blush dusting his cheeks "Speaking of piloting skills, you crashed a Galran ship, what were you doing with one in the first place?" he questioned. Yes, it was a question, and he promised not to ask questions, but he thought he could ease into it, and try to ask the easy questions first. He was playing good cop, but he could just as easily be a bad cop if things turned sour.

Nyx Loma
Once the shackle was off her leg she saw her chance to try and make a break for the door, but it was being guarded by a Galran looking woman. Nyx was not so foolish enough to attack so suddenly, it was two versus one, she would lose. She stalked around quietly, keeping herself camouflaged against the wall. Her eyes locked onto Lotor, he looked Galran, but not quite, similar to the woman in the doorway, but different all the same. He was half a species she had never seen before.

He asked her a question, she frowned, "Money runs the galaxy don't you know?" she replied quietly, hoping he could not discern her location by her voice. She stood directly behind him "You're no Galran." she said in his ear, and moved in front of him, revealing herself "What do you want?" she questioned. Her purple hair was tied into a tight ponytail, but by now it was falling apart, she wore tight pants, and a cropped shirt that revealed her stomach. Her golden eyes were slit like a snake's, she stared into his eyes hoping to read his mind, but she saw nothing but a barrier. He was good at hiding what he was thinking, she liked that.

She arched a brow and smirked "I hope you don't expect to tell you anything important, because my lips are sealed." she said zipping her lips and throwing away a fake key. Walking away from him she crossed her arms and leaned against a wall "You're wasting your time." she said with a frown.

 

[DivineUltima]

— ✦Prince Lotor
"If I do all the talking, surely, its a waste of time." Lotor detested.

His henchmen on the otherhand didn't budge, looking unamused by the minx nature the hoodlum displayed. The lights zoned in on certain parts, giving them cel shaded shadows and plenty shadows of a doubt to place any trust in the hoodlum.

Axca juggled a stern yet stoic leer, it wasn't the first woman in the galaxy enthralled by Lotor wits. It was debatable if they took were spell bound by a irresistible charm. Ezor on the other hand feigned a yawn, seeming pouty and passuve aggressive since she knew every trick in the book about camouflage.

"Money will do the talking this time around." He gambled ahead, with nothing off a leaderly pose, a pacifist that doesn't play by the rules it may seem. Gathering vigilantes and hoodlums at their finest.

Ezor nearly choked on the verge air, as if a metor was in her throat. "Whaaat? Come on, when you got someone like me there's no need for dead weight that won't even let tge skeletons out of her closets." She crossed her arms, cocking a brown of her own.

"One doesn't simply steal a Galra ship and survive. You should know best, Ezor." Sliced Lotor as he leered at her from the corner of his eyes, his stiff structure seemed relaxed and unphased by the slithering Ripley. "I am Prince, my income overflows and though you must dream of stealing it, I am willing to part with some of it for your cooperation. You look like you have greater uses for it anyways."

His hands grazes over a holographic cullar device, him configuring to his settings and flaunting off his charts of overflowing economic success. "We're halfbreeds frowned upon among the Galra. There are poverty stricken home, conquest, enslavement of many foreign species out there. Suffering and disbanding of families. Surely, someone like you could contribute with your potential instead of letting it go to waste with constant vandalism and theft."

— ✦Quinn Byte Eden
All the agony to trickle and trifle through her bames, she seemes rather aloofly stoic, even when being released she seemed to be inspecting her nails and seemed pleased when the chipping of her nail was recovered.

The new environment eventually didn't blind her eyes, the lemon hue in her orbs restored as she didn't seem to pay much mind or care. She was receiving free treatment and couldn't ask for more, or could she? The old sob story with the kicker that was captured by the galra would always work.

"You guys new to the rodeo? Ya see, most species are enslaved— mine no exception, decided to go behind Galra defenses, use their ship once I got the information of something they all fear— and ya know, get the ship all damaged until wounding up here." She elaborate while iinspecting her nails.

When the blurred outlines of everyone came to be, shw registered in everything, almost robotically. She licked her lips, "My turn: any of you can point me in the direction of voltron and I'll be on my way to salvation on my kin gentlemen and respectable woman." She flicked her eyes to Pidge then inspected everyone else.

 

[hollow.moon]

Takashi Shirogane
Shiro blinked in surprise, and a frown crossed his features. He found it to be quite a coincidence that she had crashed a Galran ship, and was also looking for Voltron. Pidge finished patching her up "All done, should be all healed in a week or so." she explained before looking up at Shiro.

"I'm going to escort her to the brig." he said plainly, as he attached the cuffs to her again.

Pidge seemed shocked "But- She's not a prisoner, she's an informant." she said sternly.

"I'll explain later." he whispered as he helped Quinn off the table and escorted her down the hall, deep into the bowels of the castle. All was silent, spare the sounds of his boots tapping on the metal floor, they stepped into an elevator, he took a deep breath "You asked a question, so I might as well answer it." he said as he led her down another hall, and into a cylindrical glass cell, Coran once showed it to him in case they ever needed to use it. Shiro had hoped they never would.

Removing her cuffs he placed her inside and shut the door. He folded his arms behind him "The place, this ship. It's the Castle of the Five Lions." he began "The ship you were brought in is the green lion," he paused for a moment "Voltron is right under your nose, the people you met, Keith, Land, Hunk, Pidge, and myself. We are Voltron." he explained.

Nyx Loama
She scoffed "I don't pick sides, princess." she hissed. With a smirk she observed the charts he displayed, it sure did seem like he had a lot of money. Nyx wasn't even sure what she would do with all of that. Arching a brow she looked back at him "You see, unlike you. I'm free. Free to do whatever I please, to serve whoever I please. You're right about the slavery, look in the mirror boy." her words were disrespectful, she wanted to push his buttons, she wanted to see something flicker behind his stone walled gaze.

Her golden eyes stared back at him, she gave a toothy grin, revealing sharpened teeth. He too had fang-like teeth, in truth they were all more like animals. Her gaze turned to Acxa "And you, you're even lower than him, and the ones who serve you are lower than you, and so on and so fourth." she frowned. Looking down at her nails she shifted her weight to one foot, and placed a hand on her hip "I must admit it is a tempting offer." she waved her finger and smiled "But I will politely decline. Now, give me an escape pod or something, and I'll be on my way."

 

[DivineUltima]

— ✦Prince Lotor
A boiling stern gaze shot from Axca, one from intimidation rather than temper.

"You call this free? Hey prince, I think this one's defected," Ezor snickered to herself.

Lotor on the other hand showed no remorse or feedback to the disrespect, finding the impudent behavior to be least favorable in their favor. "Your facade is merely a phase. Though everyone here is here out of their own will, then again; I expect no less from a merit-less thief." He towered over her, effortlessly. He decided to turn on his heel, exiting the cage. "Send word that we have a thief for ransom." With a certain gleam in his eyes, one of nonchalant chaos, his crew locked the cage on behind them as they exited.

Ezor, out of spite, decided to activate her own cloaking abilities, in order to rub it in the face of their prisoner that they weren't a special snowflake and two could play at that game. Lotor decided to tap into that temperamental bold facade. It was a cinch to pick up on, those with the hearts always act bold in the face of danger. Desensitized left no trace on Nyx'x enchanting features, thus it would easier to see how urgent and desperate she would become in this game of cat and mouse.

— ✦Quinn Byte Eden
Act the part to prevent it from falling apart. Bluntly oblivious was one of her stronger roles, or her nature sort of role for the foe to undermine her. There was a silence and a unreadable expression until it crossed her to pull off another daft card despite the corridors frigidly sending chills amok her physique.

"Castle of lions really should crank up the heat insulation then," She cocked her head back, daft disbelief.

"Not gonna' lie, this is underwhelming." Whilst shaking out her hands, she stretched out more freely or as free as the aqua-barrier would allow her in the tubular-cell. "You guys are going to get smoked by fleets of battle cruisers. I think it's fair to say the universe has reached it's prime lunacy to depend on intergalactic boy-band to solve all their problems."