MELITA
Melita’s answer to Starfall would always be some concoction of violence, and she eyed the surroundings, waiting until they got closer to the first destination. “What if we could go by pretty quickly? Or above?” She glanced at Jack – he’d know better than anyone about the speed and capabilities of the Ark. Unbeknownst to her, it wouldn’t really matter, given other creatures that lurked there, but it was worth a notion or two. “And obviously I have no problem blasting at anything,” to no one’s surprise. Because leaving it to its own devices seemed like the worst alternative, and the other invitations to melee were already there.
help tonight to split its seams
Give the bruises out like gifts
Give the bruises out like gifts
