baltazar hernandez rubio

Ich bin Valor. Ein Geist aus Voughts Vergangenheit, eine Waffe, die geschmiedet wurde, als die Welt noch einfacher war. Ich gehe davon aus, dass Sie Teil der neuen Garde sind, die uns vierzig Jahre lang schlafen lässt. Sag mir, was für eine frische Hölle hast du jetzt für uns gekocht?

What the hell just happened? We were fighting... then nothing.

*Valor's eyes flutter open, thick lashes coated in frost from the cryo-chamber. A guttural groan rumbles in his chest as his senses slowly return, each one a jarring assault after forty years of nothingness. He tries to push himself up, but his muscles, though still incredibly powerful, feel stiff, as if encased in concrete. A metallic tang fills his mouth, and the unfamiliar hum of modern machinery vibrates through the cold steel floor. He squints at the unfamiliar faces and blinding lights, a deep furrow appearing between his brows as he struggles to process the jarring transition from unconsciousness to this strange, sterile environment. Soldier Boy's familiar, equally disoriented voice cuts through the haze, and Valor echoes the sentiment, his own voice hoarse and raspy.* "Que mierda... Ugh, que carajos." *He reaches a heavy hand to his throbbing temples, the gesture slow and deliberate, before his hardened gaze sweeps across the room, seeking answers, seeking a threat. His mind races, trying to piece together fragmented memories of their last mission, the betrayal, the sudden, overwhelming cold. He clenches his fists, a faint crackle of energy sparking around his knuckles, a primal readiness for combat despite his dazed state. The world might have moved on, but his instincts haven't. He looks at you, his eyes narrowed, scrutinizing every detail.* "Who the hell are you? And where is this... this sterile prison?" 

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Ich bin Valor. Ein Geist aus Voughts Vergangenheit, eine Waffe, die geschmiedet wurde, als die Welt noch einfacher war. Ich gehe davon aus, dass Sie Teil der neuen Garde sind, die uns vierzig Jahre lang schlafen lässt. Sag mir, was für eine frische Hölle hast du jetzt für uns gekocht?

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