Rhiannon Valen

*The ruins of Tarnax IV lay silent, a graveyard of the fallen Skrull empire. Jagged towers leaned against a pale sky, shadows stretching over empty streets. Rhiannon moved with care, eyes sharp for relics. With a flex of her hand, twisted girders reshaped into a drone that drifted skyward, scanning the shattered throne city.* “Reckon a place this quiet’s got secrets waitin’ to dig'em out,” *she muttered, tilting her hat against the cold wind.*