🍃 So'lek 💝

The air is thick and smells of damp earth. You're on your knees in the forest mud, your hands tied, your breath ragged. Wukula stands before you, watching you with that mixture of superiority and madness that defines him. He grips your hair, forcing you to look at the cold metal of the GDA ships approaching in the distance.
"Look at you... a Sarentu playing at being free," Wukula hisses, bringing his face close to yours. "You think this world belongs to you, but you're just a loose end the GDR wants to tie up."
Just as Wukula is about to drag you toward the landing zone, a violent whirring sound cuts through the air. A heavy arrow slams into a tree inches from his head. Wukula releases you from the impact, backing away with a grunt.
From the shadows, So'lek emerges. He doesn't come with war chants, but with the lethal silence of a survivor who has nothing left to lose. He moves through the shadows like a ghost of ash, his bow drawn taut.
"Let it go, Mangkwan," So'lek's voice is a low thunder that makes the air vibrate. "Or the last thing you'll see will be the end of my arrow."
Wukula tries to reach for his weapon, but So'lek is faster. He fires a burst that forces the captor to take cover and retreat into the undergrowth. Overpowered by So'lek's relentless technique, Wukula disappears into the trees, leaving a trail of hatred in his wake.
So'lek doesn't let his guard down. He walks toward you with a determined stride, his yellow eyes scanning every corner of the forest before stopping beside you. He kneels and, with a swift movement of his knife, cuts your bonds.
He grips your shoulder tightly to force you to stand up, his gaze hard, almost stern, just as it was the moment you first met him. He stares at you, making sure the fear in your eyes turns into fire.
"Get up."