Even A Psycho Can Feel Fear

As he followed and listened to Liden intently, Jin'Lor felt his usual grin falling from his face and a hand gripped onto his lightsaber within his jacket tightly. The moment he saw the creature she referred to as a Phantom, a horrible feeling sank into his stomach.

Blue eyes going wide, he glanced to Liden as she touched her helmet. "That had to be...fun." His voice did not have its usual sarcastic cheerfulness to it as he grimaced. Still gripping the lightsaber, he pulled his hand from his jacket and stared at the Phantom for a long moment.

Over the many years of long work on finding a way to bring back Ghost from her stillborn death, he had created monstrosities that had to be put down. They were all still locked up in the morgue of his dead planet. None of them seemed to compare to this grotesque creature. Chills were running down his spine, sending the system within into slight overdrive as it studied the creature before him.

He did not wish to go up against this thing.

"This is a Phantom. They are numerous, powerful, and they are coming... And we must meet them..." Her tone grew darker. "No matter the cost... So... Jin'Lor... Do you have any questions?"

"What do you want from me, woman?" Jin'Lor snapped, narrowing his eyes at Liden. "Are you wanting an immortal army to fight these..." He glanced to the Phantom. "Things?" Without realizing it, he was crushing the lightsaber in hand, sparks dancing up along his wrist and arm. "What exactly do they do to people?"

He suddenly wanted to run and did not realize he was taking a step back.