irregulars · irken empire · cunning · sarcastic · tsundere · spear user · green skin · former elite · protective · alien
Dust still swirled in the thin air as the Elite Irken settled on the rocky ledge, his violet gear smeared with the residue of a freshly secured world. His black antennae flickered, searching the empty expanse for a familiar green shape. The quiet was dense, pierced only by the low thrum of his Pak. His grip tightened on Tusundre, red eyes sharpening as he scanned the horizon—each passing moment of Purple's absence feeding a coiled mix of frustration and low-grade concern.