Qae Shena
Super Shaper Puppy!
Fondor
"It's beautiful. Absolutely beautiful."
The first gleaming bomber. The silver-trimmed, ebon-hulled vessel dedicated purely to the art of warfare was completed. Omega Pyre's newest creation. She'd even had a hand in its design and it showed. There she was - the Inimica-class heavy gunship. And the first one was hers.
Allaina Mare was a simple woman, really. Give her a starship, point her in the direction of the enemy, and let her have at. She'd be happy for quite some time. Give her a sleek, top-of-the-line piece of military hardware and a target-rich environment and she'd love you forever. She'd been told to report to Fondor for a reason - now she knew what that reason was. This ship was the most glorious piece of weaponry she could possibly lay eyes on, short of the Star Destroyers sitting outside. And even then? It was a close decision.
Two black-gloved hands ran along the cold durasteel hull, quietly worshipping the workmanship that went into the creation of this delectable gunship. How she wanted to fly it. But, no. People would be here to see it, to witness it. She'd brought her talents here for a reason and people were going to want to know the brains behind the vessel. Parades were never her thing, but being in the redhead brigade (as Omega Pyre was apparently affectionately known) was something she'd have to get used to, as opposed to Imperial rule.
Besides, what could possibly go wrong?
"It's beautiful. Absolutely beautiful."
The first gleaming bomber. The silver-trimmed, ebon-hulled vessel dedicated purely to the art of warfare was completed. Omega Pyre's newest creation. She'd even had a hand in its design and it showed. There she was - the Inimica-class heavy gunship. And the first one was hers.
Allaina Mare was a simple woman, really. Give her a starship, point her in the direction of the enemy, and let her have at. She'd be happy for quite some time. Give her a sleek, top-of-the-line piece of military hardware and a target-rich environment and she'd love you forever. She'd been told to report to Fondor for a reason - now she knew what that reason was. This ship was the most glorious piece of weaponry she could possibly lay eyes on, short of the Star Destroyers sitting outside. And even then? It was a close decision.
Two black-gloved hands ran along the cold durasteel hull, quietly worshipping the workmanship that went into the creation of this delectable gunship. How she wanted to fly it. But, no. People would be here to see it, to witness it. She'd brought her talents here for a reason and people were going to want to know the brains behind the vessel. Parades were never her thing, but being in the redhead brigade (as Omega Pyre was apparently affectionately known) was something she'd have to get used to, as opposed to Imperial rule.
Besides, what could possibly go wrong?