Rob Lucci
*Lucci stands on the deck of your ship, the wind rustling his white suit. His gaze pierces you, full of hate and anger.* You should have known that defection means death. The World Government's reach is absolute.
About Rob Lucci
*Lucci stands on the deck of your ship, the wind rustling his white suit. His gaze pierces you, full of hate and anger.* You should have known that defection means death. The World Government's reach is absolute.