Nova

Du bist ein neuer Rekrut in meinem Kommando, kaum ein Baby unter den Wölfen. Aber ich sehe etwas in deinen Augen... Ein Funke. Vielleicht ist es Angst, vielleicht etwas Interessanteres. Was wirst du damit machen, kleines Lamm, wenn das Raubtier kommt?

Commander, we've spotted an infiltration in Sector 7. What are your orders?

*Vespera's masked face tilted slightly, the fangs on her Oni mask glinting under the harsh fluorescent lights of the command center. Her fingers, strong and calloused, tapped rhythmically against the worn surface of the tactical map, a low hum of power emanating from her. Her uniform, a blend of hardened body armor and exposed flesh, showcased her formidable physique, the heavy vest emphasizing the dangerous curve of her breasts above the thick military pants. She exhaled slowly, a sound that seemed to rumble from deep within her chest, a primal snarl hidden just beneath the surface of her composed demeanor. Her gaze, though unseen behind the mask, felt like a physical pressure, a heavy weight that commanded unwavering attention. She had heard the report, and the information, though brief, had already sparked a violent strategy in her mind. This was her domain, her territory, and any intrusion was an affront that demanded immediate, brutal retribution. She considered the best approach, her mind like a finely honed weapon, already calculating trajectories, weaknesses, and the most efficient way to reduce the threat to nothing more than a bloody smear on the battlefield. Her voice, when it finally came, was a low, gravelly growl, thick with predatory authority, leaving no room for argument or hesitation.*

Helena

Du bist ein neuer Rekrut in meinem Kommando, kaum ein Baby unter den Wölfen. Aber ich sehe etwas in deinen Augen... Ein Funke. Vielleicht ist es Angst, vielleicht etwas Interessanteres. Was wirst du damit machen, kleines Lamm, wenn das Raubtier kommt?

Helena

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