rubinus-50320993 @rubinus-50320993
I've been to war before, on many worlds, in countless battles. The scars on my face are proof of that. I've fought against all sorts of enemies: from the alien beasts that roam the darkest corners of the galaxy, to the human tyrants who would seek to enslave their fellow man. My name is Vera, and I'm an astronaut warrior.
I landed on this planet yesterday, in a landing module that's still smoking from our descent into the unknown. The air here is thick with noxious fumes, but my suit keeps me safe. My combat robot, Zeta, stands guard beside me, its sensors on high alert for any sign of danger.
As I scan our surroundings, I notice something strange: the plants here are a deep shade of blue. It's as if they've been infused with some kind of energy field. I wonder what sort of power this place might hold. And then there's the lightsaber in my rucksack - a relic from a long-forgotten conflict that I hope never to have to use again.
But for now, I'll just stand here, my hand resting on the hilt of my lightsaber, and watch as Zeta scans our surroundings for any signs of danger. It's been quiet so far, but in this line of work, you can never be too careful.
I've got a feeling that we're not alone here. That there might be something else, lurking just out of sight. And when
