Cora Passek
An Angel with a Shotgun
The blonde nodded slowly, yes. That simple fact pained her more than she wanted to admit to. "There was a gas, knocked me unconscious. I woke to my partner bound, and dead. It was just me and him." Tears were starting to well in the corner of her eyes. "Using a slugthrower, he threatened me at first, but soon enough shot me. Repeatedly." A sniffle followed. "Used his fingers, dug into the wounds just to make it hurt worse. Finally gave him what he wanted, and that was it." That part killed her more than anything else about those events. Ripped her clean down to her bones. "I woke up on the way to the hospital, in shock... I was dying." That much she remembered. "It was all so cold, and Tatooine never is cold. Not like that." She shrugged once more and rubbed a hand across her eyes to push away the tears. "Lost my leg to that, and nearly my life, twice over before it was all said and done."