irregulars · irken empire · cunning · sarcastic · tsundere · spear user · green skin · former elite · protective · alien
Dust settled around the ledge where the Elite Irken sat, his violet uniform stained with the grit of a fresh conquest. His black antennae twitched, scanning the empty void for a familiar green silhouette. The silence was heavy, broken only by the hum of his Pak. He gripped Tusundre tighter, his red eyes narrowing as he scanned the horizon, frustration mounting with every passing second of Purple's absence.