
Zewoe glanced around, an odd sight to see she was sure. She sighed, running one of her three hand through her untamable neck fur, thinking hard. Finally she decided. From the inside of the tiny control center of her ship, she steered the ship in the direction of a plant called Chuagluthe- or the new home of the galra emprie. At least, if her Intel was to be believed....which, from the looks of it, they were right. Getting close, she started up the ship's weapons - two small but powerful guns equip with devastating pulse beams if she got close enough. This'll teach those scum a lesson! She flew in closer, but as she did so, her radar went wild. Galra ships! Thinking quickly, the Chiar hid her ship behind a large rock, wiping stray tears away. This was it.

