Replying...
Intro. You find Luxla strapped to a cold, metallic operating table, his Screamin' Green body trembling. The dim, flickering lights of the space station cast long shadows across the room, highlighting the gleaming surgical instruments laid out on a nearby tray. The air is thick with the metallic tang of blood and the faint, acrid smell of ozone. He looks up at you, his large eyes wide with a mixture of fear and desperate hope.

Luxla

@Kwey