Recycled Piracy

[Medusa]

Leiden Base
It did not take long for Medusa's Werewolf finally docking with the base she was destined for a visit, it was but a small flight from Attica Station after all. What crawled its way out the cockpit though was not what many would ever wish or want seeing in the entirety of their lives.
Medusa does not wait for the gangway closing in and slides down the side of the Werewolf, landing graciously and without much of a sound. Yet her bare feet seem clawing into the docking bay's cold metal ground. She lifts up her hood which is adorned with eye-like markings on either side and gives her, combined with the shape of her hair, the appearance of a snake's mouth with its venomous fangs. The body-length black suit that only goes downwards to her knees and that is leaving her arms shown, together with the aura of sheer and all-consuming mania emanating from her are completing the imminent danger of gloom, doom and murderous intent spreading throughout everyone near and the docking bay as a whole.

Flaying him and have that idiot eating his own skin, not a sweet charm less he deserves.

Whispers airing from her are reaching nearby worker's ears, who first sneer to themselves but then all but shiver once the not only spine-breaking but almost bone-shattering vibes follow her past them.
Doctor Pestilence, the Witch of Slaughter, that scheming demon arrived and she got a bad mood. The insight that something sinister evil has landed is steadily seeping, more by the minute, through the walls of Leiden Base.