Nightender
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The shuttle carried Miyako Akane away from the training facility. She'd been sent to expand her combat expertise, adding a round of detailed sniper training to military repertoire. The young Neko's scores placed her in good standing, though she still needed a chance to take on live targets.
Rather than squeezing for a trigger, Akane's fingers ached for a brush. Her eyes scanned for paint and a canvas.
Her creators made her with conflicting passions. Beauty at rest, carnage when excited, Akane drifted between the two states. With nothing to do, she wondered what vista she could craft in colors. What scene could she draw from the abyss of her imagination?
She glanced at the other passengers on the shuttle, curious about what thoughts drove them.
Rather than squeezing for a trigger, Akane's fingers ached for a brush. Her eyes scanned for paint and a canvas.
Her creators made her with conflicting passions. Beauty at rest, carnage when excited, Akane drifted between the two states. With nothing to do, she wondered what vista she could craft in colors. What scene could she draw from the abyss of her imagination?
She glanced at the other passengers on the shuttle, curious about what thoughts drove them.