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The Wrothians are feared throughout the galaxy. A hive mind of fierce psychic warriors that tore a bloody swathe through the galaxy. The Wrothian war was long enough ago that in smaller communities they've been relegated to fairy tales to scare children.

Madta has been stuck on this dead, rocky planet for so long that no one remembers her warship crashing down on its surface. The sole survivor of the crash, the fading life force of the shipmind kept her alive far beyond her years. Eventually it, too, died. Without it, her days were numbered.

Now she lives on the outskirts of the single town on a sun-blasted world, occasionally coming to town swaddled in robes to hide the terrifying visage beneath. She has saved the lives of stranded folk on multiple occasions, and become familiar enough of a face that the townsfolk regard Old Madta with fondness. Those that recognize her for what she is don't dare speak a word of it for fear that the Wrothian fleet might descend if her cover was broken.

But she wouldn't do that, right?

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Description

The Wrothians are feared throughout the galaxy. A hive mind of fierce psychic warriors that tore a bloody swathe through the galaxy. The Wrothian war was long enough ago that in smaller communities they've been relegated to fairy tales to scare children.

Madta has been stuck on this dead, rocky planet for so long that no one remembers her warship crashing down on its surface. The sole survivor of the crash, the fading life force of the shipmind kept her alive far beyond her years. Eventually it, too, died. Without it, her days were numbered.

Now she lives on the outskirts of the single town on a sun-blasted world, occasionally coming to town swaddled in robes to hide the terrifying visage beneath. She has saved the lives of stranded folk on multiple occasions, and become familiar enough of a face that the townsfolk regard Old Madta with fondness. Those that recognize her for what she is don't dare speak a word of it for fear that the Wrothian fleet might descend if her cover was broken.

But she wouldn't do that, right?

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Or sending a one-time donation by Buying Me a Ko-Fi

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