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>Cat-yellow eyes flick to the Vygun when he addresses >her, and he's awarded a cold, bared-fangs smirk for >his efforts at being sociable. "It has," she simply >agrees nonchalantly, as though those thirty years >meant nothing to her. Since she is here again, looking >much the same if more toned and more hardened, one >might assume those passing years <I>didn't</I> >actually matter - no family, not even a fellow warrior >came back with her. > >To TFD's inspection, the Tarok's smirk fades, and she >regards the Kumayaki steadily for a moment, until the >feline looks away. At which point, the silence in >response to the drat's question annoys her, and she >thinks nothing of answering in place of Redan. >Propriety, respect, social standing? Pfft. "Yes. This >is war. This planet," she gestures towards the shining >energy walls and beyond, "is held by the enemy. Once, >it was ours. They wiped us out, chased us off, and >took it from us." Her voice is emotionless. "We aim to >make them pay for it in blood and fire." No pause on >the 'we' - she includes those around her without >hesitation. "There's probably no way to take the >planet back, and even if we could, it's barren now. >They destroyed what little life and greenery there >was." A light shrug, jostling the rifle in her arms. > >The assassin leans back again, eyeing the drat coldly. >"If you're worried about the Drakka spreading like a >plague to other planets and razing them like they did >ours... then you're worried for a dyone'd good reason."

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