"Vykkers..." Dementa growled as seh glared at the ship. She remembered the one time they had managed to catch her. They had tried in vain to figure out why individuals would scream in pain when they had skin to skin contact with her, apparently they had no concept of 'magic' which what was the curse was...a form of very ancient magic, now long forgotten. She shuddered brief at the memory of how the Vykks did find away around the curse effects...though they themselves had little use for it. Instead they let the guards have that knowledge and they in turn did 'unspeakable' things to her. It was by pure change she was able to escape....
"I don't kill unless I have no other option..." Dementa said, still growling at the ship, "and in my over 300 years of life I only had to kill a hand full of people. I don't want to add to that count if I can help it." She thought a moment. "Prehaps we can find a place to hide until they leave? You." she looked at the cyborg, "Do you have any kind of homing device on you that you know about? Something they may be tracking you by?"
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