Eyes glowed, vibrant electric-blue. Behind Nadia, the broad frame of a bucket-head, blood-red ThunderStrike battledroid levitated. Off to her side, an arm gently placed on the Queen's shoulder, a Valküri adjutant, escorted the distraught Nadia to where her husband Sharr Khan, already had been safely secured in an armored vehicle during the thwarted assassination attempt. Sharr Khan leaned toward his wife, her eyes beginning to revert to their normal bright blue state as she stepped up into the heavy transport. Ethereal cerulean gown, a bloody, tattered wreck fell off one shoulder. Shredded from the gunfire that she'd, moments earlier, walked into. As for the blood, none of it belonged to Nadia. Nadia got in, and her Valküri closed the door. The armored vehicle rumbled as it kicked into gear. In all the years Sharr Khan knew his wife, never once did she abuse her superhuman Morningstar muscles against that of other sapient beings. If she so desired, Sharr Khan understood, Na...

[Numai. May 9, 2019] “Allahu Akbar, death to all abominations!” The Kalashnikov, SR-70 Taigan Pistol was an exquisite gunmetal-gray curve. A radical departure from the gunsmith's classic AK-47. Semi-automatic, the SR-70 Taigan's four heavy barrels fired a scatter of bullets, that hit with an explosive concussion. Sikh soldiers, appointed by Raj Naresh Singh, to escort his Falcanian guests, who visited in order to inspect rebuilding efforts which they helped spearhead of the city which before World War III and its destructive bombardments had been named Mumbai. The Sikh, during the abrupt rumble of gunfire placed themselves between the lone attacker, shoulder to shoulder, beside Falcanian Drakorian Guard, ThunderStrike battledroids, and Valküri. Nadia pushed past her own bodyguards, both Mecha and Valküri. During the salvo of gunfire among those struck were her husband, Sharr Khan. Drakorian Guard immediately secured their Shotar in an armored vehicle. Nadia ...

Sharr Khan drank his tea, its smoky bite and citrus tang stimulated his taste buds. The Shotar considered, he'd need to commission more of this succulent blend. Gathered for a casual brunch before going off to inspect Numai, the Shotar sat beside Raj Naresh Singh, inside the Kuras mansion's comfortably furnished lounge. Sharr Khan took notice of Damianus Vorskrai, and followed the Guilthari lord's lustful gaze. Ear tips peeked out from beneath twists and ringlets of her elaborately arranged auburn hair, which hung suggestive, over bare shoulders and back. Nadia Korelia's magnetic presence commanded the room. Scandalously short, flirty, blue babydoll Summer dress clung to her every contour. Nadia's bountiful breasts heaved at each regular breath, seemed as though they just might pop out. Knee-high, chunky black claw-boots, made the ensemble, combat chic. Nadia couldn't help but ooze sex appeal, she'd been manufactured that way. Oh yes, Sharr Khan recall...