Iron Giant
CybeResu Heroine
Alone. It was a most unpleasant feeling, even if caused by her own fruition. She had importance in life, she supplied the community with weapons that helped in the annihilation of entire families, again and again. This was the Resu way, a never ending vendetta. Did she despise it? Probably not. But it was through these tests of strength in life that her damaged fin from the wound she received from the hungry jaws of her mouth, upon her entering the ocean for the first time, that caused her to be something less than an ordinary warrior.
She believed she had received importance when she at first slowly migrated to the supply lines of the battlefield of life, the backbone of successful campaigns. These feelings though, eventually subsided and then completely left her. Leaving her to feel incomplete, broken, disused, worthless. A mere Slave to a race of conquerors; granted the spoils were only ever temporary territory that was notoriously more difficult to keep maintained than wars fought on land, due to the nature of three dimensional civilization.
She was a deserter, technically, of life. As to be Resu at this age was to kill the other family at any cost but the cost of your families destruction. She had allowed a piece of the backbone of her families spine within the military sphere of power in the Realm of Resu upon the unnamed terrestrial world, to break under her absence. To be perfectly honest she would find it difficult to believe that they would find an adequate replacement for her, and she wouldn't be surprised if they were completely eradicated within a year.
She didn't care though. She wasn't Resu any more. She was Mercenary. Or at least, she would be, even if she didn't quite know it yet. Currently, she was merely a Pilot with no destination. But currently, she was just above fish hell...
She believed she had received importance when she at first slowly migrated to the supply lines of the battlefield of life, the backbone of successful campaigns. These feelings though, eventually subsided and then completely left her. Leaving her to feel incomplete, broken, disused, worthless. A mere Slave to a race of conquerors; granted the spoils were only ever temporary territory that was notoriously more difficult to keep maintained than wars fought on land, due to the nature of three dimensional civilization.
She was a deserter, technically, of life. As to be Resu at this age was to kill the other family at any cost but the cost of your families destruction. She had allowed a piece of the backbone of her families spine within the military sphere of power in the Realm of Resu upon the unnamed terrestrial world, to break under her absence. To be perfectly honest she would find it difficult to believe that they would find an adequate replacement for her, and she wouldn't be surprised if they were completely eradicated within a year.
She didn't care though. She wasn't Resu any more. She was Mercenary. Or at least, she would be, even if she didn't quite know it yet. Currently, she was merely a Pilot with no destination. But currently, she was just above fish hell...
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