[ the fuck kind of weapon makes that kind of noise, alien jesus christ
Ulaz can at least stand on his own once he's freed from the table, but he's not really in the best of shape. Part of the armor over his chest has been blasted away, and the flesh underneath is... badly burned? Sliced up? It's hard to tell, on account of the wound is very irregular and, more to the point, glowing with an eerie violet light. Whatever's going on there, it sure looks painful.
But Ulaz can deal with that. He's going to have to. He picks a knife up from a table in the room, and it extends to a long, curved blade in his hands. And with that taken care of, it's time to blow this joint. ]
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Ulaz can at least stand on his own once he's freed from the table, but he's not really in the best of shape. Part of the armor over his chest has been blasted away, and the flesh underneath is... badly burned? Sliced up? It's hard to tell, on account of the wound is very irregular and, more to the point, glowing with an eerie violet light. Whatever's going on there, it sure looks painful.
But Ulaz can deal with that. He's going to have to. He picks a knife up from a table in the room, and it extends to a long, curved blade in his hands. And with that taken care of, it's time to blow this joint. ]
Where is your ship?