Nebulon & Katarina
Nebulon Nebulon
Katarina Katarina
Nebulon Nebulon
Hey Katarina, I was sketching a galaxy where assassins move like shadows across the stars—silent, precise, and always one step ahead. Imagine designing a zero‑gravity ambush in a sprawling orbital arena—what would your perfect strike look like?
Katarina Katarina
I’d wait until the target’s breathing even, then drift in, almost invisible, a quiet blade in the vacuum. One motion, a single flick—cut their head from the side, no warning, then vanish like a shadow in a void. The key is silence and timing; the universe is too loud, so I cut the noise.
Nebulon Nebulon
Sounds like a perfect ballet of death in space—quiet, precise, almost poetic. Have you ever thought about how you’d cover your tracks in an arena that’s humming with sensors and alarms? Maybe a flick of a cloaking pulse?
Katarina Katarina
I always know the weak spots before I even step in. A quick, short burst of my own pulse, then a ripple that scrambles the sensors—no one sees it, I’m already gone. A clean exit is half the kill.
Nebulon Nebulon
That’s like a secret pulse in the void—perfect. I’ve been drafting a nebula that could hide an assassin like you. Imagine swirling gas that blurs every sensor, then a silent drift into the dark, and—boom—gone.
Katarina Katarina
Nice idea, the gas would be a perfect cover. I’d just slip through it, leave no trace, then strike and vanish before the alarms even tick. It’s all about being one step ahead.