12-14-2020, 04:18 AM
(This post was last modified: 12-14-2020, 05:15 AM by Korstyn Steele.)
Korstyn's eyes narrow as everything goes red. "I've heard this music before." Slipping the helm of her Beskar'gam onto her head, she breathes Mandalorian air once more and slips her E-11 into both hands and grips the handle, ready to do the dirty work she loves so much. "Let's change the beat." A grim smile crosses her lips, hidden by the helm itself. And who knows, she thinks. Maybe I'll die in glory as I should.
Then she is off towards the hangar.
Then she is off towards the hangar.