Private Reclamation

[Alina Tremiru]

The more she learned of her various artifacts being distributed throughout the galaxy, the angrier she got. Alina never cared for much of her family. She never cared for the artifacts and secrets they kept tucked away in their basement. Most of them, anyway. Some were more useful to her. Most? Not at all. But their value couldn't be denied. The right person, and she could get things she does actually need. Or perhaps it was stubborn pride. They belonged to her family, and by right they belonged to her.

So too did their profits.

A clawed hand gripped the hilt of her sword as she stood on the cliffside overlooking the compound. Various species wandered through, most armed. Enforcers, more likely than not. A snarl pulled back her lips as she took a heavy step forward. The Warform of a Highblood wasn't something she was used to, not at all. But these people who'd stolen from her would make as good of practice as any.

Her form slipped down the side of the ravine, sticking to the shadows as she made her approach. No body heat, no heart beat, nothing for the sensors to pick up on if she stayed slow. Stayed out of sight. Death had come for these thieves.

Naivia Ri

 

[Naivia Ri]

What blood, what organs, what viscera, what faint light of a distant star. Nothing disturbed the lonely Risa, walking around among the dark brown fields surrounded by towering natural and man-made formations looming over this world like sentinels over the skeletons of men who for thousands of years had hidden the truth from the faces of society. It had been a rather dull day for Risa, a couple of dozen villages had been destroyed by her, all for some local sacred artefact that had been around for years. For Risa, this was an argument for getting out of the cave and running after stuff that could only be of value to certain individuals, if they were still alive of course. Risa's body was clad in a light, dark hooded robe that concealed the sparkling fiery veins through which the girl's blood flowed, a pair of dozens of sharp serpentine lightning bolts were drawn across her face which were in fact sore and strained veins were , and her hands were fully exposed, also apparently wanting to feel water or an object worth their fill of all around her strength and ferocity. Hour after hour it became more and more clear to her heart that by walking so slowly the girl would not reach any structure where the precious object might with a certain chance reside, but what did the pale devil's gaze see instead? A huge armoured figure, which, like a cat together with ghosts, was heading in the direction of the horizon, and apparently with very precise intentions. In order not to scare the cat Risa simply said quite loudly and clearly "Have you also come for something valuable? May I guess for your treasure? And please don't get angry or jump on me, I'm tired of turning sensible meat into bloodbaths, I'm not a butcher by nature."

Alina Tremiru