𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 : @elataan .
𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐃 ‘𝐏𝐎𝐍 𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃 ; 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵 , 𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘩𝘪𝘤 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘵 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘪𝘢 . doe - like gaze jar & petite form tentatively rises into a proper seated position . where am i ? she knows not . unconscious beings strew beside her , queen becoming far more 𝕒𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕥 at the sight . ❛❛ auro ? bruhna ? ❜❜ 𝗻𝗼 𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗽𝗼𝗻𝘀𝗲 , but bloodied chests laboriously rise & fall with passing breaths . medical kit . sarela , her head spinning , tentatively veers ‘bout to search , but gaze stumbles upon unknown . why she had not sensed his presence , 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝖾𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽 . ( perhaps judgment is clouded by concern . ) swiftly , albeit a painful gesture , sarela reaches for her pilot’s blaster , pointing it at the man . ❛❛ who are you ? ❜❜
𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍 ❪ . . . ❫ 𝗮𝗰𝗰𝗲𝗽𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 .
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