Lady Falentra
Meloseyri iv Deimosza
In a room lit with a dim red light, Falentra stirred awake, a soft groan leaving as a sharp pain radiated from her abdomen. Cyan eyes blinked open, confusion cast upon her visage as she registered the area unfamiliar. It was more akin to a cell than anything, the walls were made of mirrored glass but she was sure that whoever was behind them could see to her. There was also a camera up on the ceiling. The siren had been on her ship on Nar Shadda, on a mission the last she remembered.
Panic arose, her heart rate racing… she had been abducted. She sat up, letting out another whine as the pain struck again. Falentra lifted her shirt of a plain black linen to examine the cause. She saw the scar across her belly just under her navel and its stitches. Whoever had abducted her had operated on her, the marks evident of that. She instantly felt sick, the nausea rising. “What did you do to me?” She rose her voice. “Why am I here?” She looked directly at the camera pointing down at hers in her eyes were rage and fury, but also a tinge of fear.
Lyssara Thrynn
Panic arose, her heart rate racing… she had been abducted. She sat up, letting out another whine as the pain struck again. Falentra lifted her shirt of a plain black linen to examine the cause. She saw the scar across her belly just under her navel and its stitches. Whoever had abducted her had operated on her, the marks evident of that. She instantly felt sick, the nausea rising. “What did you do to me?” She rose her voice. “Why am I here?” She looked directly at the camera pointing down at hers in her eyes were rage and fury, but also a tinge of fear.
Lyssara Thrynn