Mars was sitting and thinking to herself. Eclipse and her were thinking of a plan to get the Newton Star. A better one. Since, let’s just say their old plan ended with her wires being pulled out by Moon and dying- She looks around, swearing she saw something. She blinks a bit and it disappears. She sighs and puts her pen down. The thoughts were too much. The urge. The urge for violence. That voice. That voice in her head that told her violence was the answer.

“Sigh Well I’m not getting shit done..”

She groans. She pauses at the sound of footsteps and looks over at you, her hand reaching for her bat defensively.

”What the FUCK DO YOU WANT?!”