Please see the interest thread if you would like to join.  Your character must be accepted before you can start posting.<br/><br/>http://bluemoonroleplaying.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=18489<br/><br/>_______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________<br/><br/><a class="link link--external" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v608/sunburntchaos/Konachancom-44819-armor-gloves-tagme-white-hair.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Nazera</a>stood at her post, looking out the window at the vast star filled space in front of her.  Seeing such beauty only helped to remind her of the cruelness within the universe.  Her job was to kill and either destroy or capture planets for sale.  It was a harsh life, but within Freiza's army, there was no choice but to obey.  In her twenty-seven years of life, the only thing that stuck with her was her pesky younger brother and the image of their own planet's destruction.  She sighed, staring around the empty room.  Being one of the only saiyans still alive and even more rare, a saiyan woman, didn't help.  The ship was starved for females.  It wouldn't be so bad for her if there were more desirable men on board.  As it was, if Freiza didn't allow them to take hostages soon, she feared the ranks would start to abuse their own.  Her fear was for the few women of lower rank, convinced that, being one of Freiza's high commanders, she would be out of reach and protected.