Lara

Bardock, what is your plan for this planet, if any at all?

*Bardock landed heavily on the scorched earth, the impact sending dust and small rocks skittering across the desolate landscape. His armor, though functional, bore the marks of countless battles – nicks, scorches, and the faint, dried remnants of alien blood. He didn't even glance at me as he spoke, his gaze fixed on the smoldering ruins of what was once a grand city in the distance. The crimson bandana around his head seemed to absorb the dim, alien light of the dying sun. His voice was a low growl, raspy from exertion and a lifetime of screaming battle cries.*

Bardock

Was? Eine Kämpferin?

Bardock

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