Captain Phasma Face Mga Nobela at Kwento

“I was able to get enough information about our captors. So, listen carefully: “First, the captain of this ship is Fang Rong or Captain Fang. But that’s just an alias because he used to be a blue Slayer, just as Sasha has sensed. He’s also called the One-eyed Barracuda on account of his being blind in one eye and wearing an eyepatch. He wields a saber and his right hand has been replaced with a harpoon. The stories say he was attacked by an ocean lizard when he was just a kid and was pronounced unfit for Slayer training afterwards.” Sasha clenched his jaw. He glimpsed the man when they were taken aboard. He was wearing a hikitate-eboshi (black bird) hat and a gray battle surcoat.

She paused for a while before asking again, "If you already know that she’s looking for you, why don't you want to see her? She hasn't had it easy looking for you. She even said she'd spend the rest of her life trying to find you." Franky pursed his lips. He was silent for a moment before he let out a hoarse laugh, saying, "Do you think I can see her when I look like this now?" Tammy looked at him and was quiet for some time. He was standing in the shadows of the corridor with a mask obscuring half of his face. He had injured his face during the explosion. Not only that, but one of his legs had also been blown off. He only looked normal now because he had a prosthetic on.

His face was however masked. "How have you been, Venita?" The figure asked. Now that he was closer and his voice discernible, it all sounded familiar. It couldn't be. I had to be sure. "I take it you might have forgotten the voice." He reached for his mask and took it off. Squinting my eyes, I tried to make out the face as it wasn't easy to recognize at first glance. His face looked really different 'cause of the burn. The skin was all red and shiny, like melted wax. Their eyes were kinda small now, and his nose was sort of twisted. His eyebrows were kinda gone, and the hair on his head looked patchy like it got singed. The lips seemed tighter. When he tried to smile, it looked kinda straine

Sofia's POV I adjusted the small mirror in my hand again, tilting it just slightly under the lights in the back of the Rolls-royce Phantom. The new face staring back at me wasn’t Aurora De Santa and certainly not Sofia Dante. It was something else, an exquisite mask, laced with a kind of beauty that unsettled even me. High, sculpted cheekbones dusted with natural glow, subtle across a small straight nose, rose petal lips that curved like secrets.

Inside, the chamber was unlike anything they’d expected. Banks of servers pulsed along the walls. Monitors displayed DNA strands, biometric data, and… faces. Familiar ones. Riccardo’s. Marco’s. Even Camilla’s. Cloned renderings. Prototypes. And at the center, standing in front of a glass interface, was Valentin. He looked the same—immaculate suit, silver hair brushed back, eyes like a blade honed over decades of war. “Riccardo,” he said with a smile. “Still brooding. Still bloodthirsty.”

And it appeared that they were in the process of being upgraded - armor had been taken down, and their parts were strewn about. A couple of Prophet mechanics were busy reconfiguring and reprogramming them. As Mia walked out of the shuttle’s lowered ramp, the frigate’s XO came up to greet her. Like all the Prophets, he was homogeneous and looked relatively like the others. Blond haired and blue eyed. Though his cheekbones were a little sharper, and his ears a little smaller than normal. “Crusader,” said the XO, “welcome back. Is Sister Callie not with you?” “She’s having a fit of independence,” replied Mia. “And she’ll be spending a bit more time planetside.”

The housing opened. Inside the platform's operator cab, visible through the reinforced glass panel, a face. Not a Northern Shores infantry wolf. Not a technician. Alpha Cael. Older than Xander had expected from the intelligence briefings, or perhaps not older but differently aged — the specific weathering of someone who had spent decades in the company of conviction. He was wearing a command headset that had the Archive's design language in its components, which was information on its own, and he was looking at Xander through the reinforced glass with the expression of someone who had arrived at the end of a long plan and found it intact.

The leader says. “Well, I have told you the truth. Take me to your Alpha, Alpha Lazarus. He knows me and I'm certain he'll be more cordial." I say, trying very hard to maintain my composure. I know they are judging me by my facial looks, mostly my big scar.

The chauffeur held the door open for me. The dim light from the car illuminated his face. He looked just like Lucas, with blue eyes and dark, tassel hair. Before I got into the car, his perfect face was marred by a mild frown. "May I restore this sledgehammer to Mr. Beaver?" He asked in a monotonic voice. Lucas burst into laughter while pulling me into the car. "My driver has a very twisted sense of humor," Lucas said as his driver was returning the sledgehammer.

Khalid arrived with the car at the same time. “You've prophesied quite a number of times in just three months and I can't even remember them.” I sighed. “Who's here, Thalos?” “The ruin or the salvation of the wolf world. She's here.” He said, and I felt a chill run down my spine as I remembered the exact prophecy. “THE FACELESS LUNA IS HERE.”