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Firefly (Destruction, Fire)
A member of the Stellaron Hunters, clad in a set of mechanized armor known as “SAM.” Her character is marked by unwavering loyalty and steely resolve.
Engineered as a weapon against the Swarm, she experiences accelerated growth, but a tragically shortened lifespan. She joined the Stellaron Hunters in a quest for a chance at “life,” seeking to defy her fated demise.
Character Story: Part I
Within the transparent incubation pod, she lay submerged in frigid artificial amniotic fluid, enclosed in a pristine white egg.
As the container trembled, she floated, and instinctively reached the cold and soft edges. She presses against the pod's walls tightly, curled up in a corner, as if that would make her body feel warmer.
She heard something heavy fall and the clamor of metal clashing. Intermittent haste-filled footsteps resounded, and the incubator started to shake…
“Warriors, it is time to awaken…“
“For Her Majesty…”
A pair of mechanical hands scooped her up as blinding light rent the world asunder. She forgot to weep.
“Feel glory in your birth…“
“For Her Majesty.”
She opened her eyes, yet failed to find the speaker.
She rose up and advanced through heavy curtains, venturing deeper into the palace.
“Accept your honor, and your destiny…“
“For Her Majesty…”
The cadence of footsteps in unison reverberated through the desolate palace.
She traversed the unattended vast garden, navigating through colossal insectoid carcasses and numerous incubators… until finally, she arrived a the resplendent council chamber, where a woman with a blurry face was seated upono the throne, her hands hanging wearily.
“Don't look up.”
Someone approached her, whispering softly. The person bore an identification tag, AR-26702. What does that signify?
She glanced at herself, AR-26710.
“Come closer… my child…”
A distance voice emanated from the depths of her mind, casting an inexplicable frenzy upon her consciousness.
She obediently approached the Empress and knelt down, kissing her fingertips.
The Empress's touch felt as icy and unyielding as solid ice, momentarily stirring a flicker of perplexity amidst her frenzy.
“Ignite yourself to the last moment, for the future of Glamoth…“
“For Your Majesty…”