The designation was "i--- Ararza Vol 29 Young Female Fighter 314." The stutter in the identifier wasn't a glitch; it was a scar. It meant I had almost been decommissioned twice.
I wiped the blood from my eyes and looked up at the viewing pods. Somewhere behind that one-way glass, the Oligarch was deciding my fate. Would I be promoted to Vol 30? Scrapped for parts? Or sold to a mining colony as a broken toy?
I landed on its back just as gravity flipped again, now pressing us both into the ceiling. Its four arms flailed. My twitchy left arm locked up—perfect timing. It made my grip unbreakable. I drove the dagger into the fracture.
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The designation was "i--- Ararza Vol 29 Young Female Fighter 314." The stutter in the identifier wasn't a glitch; it was a scar. It meant I had almost been decommissioned twice.
I wiped the blood from my eyes and looked up at the viewing pods. Somewhere behind that one-way glass, the Oligarch was deciding my fate. Would I be promoted to Vol 30? Scrapped for parts? Or sold to a mining colony as a broken toy? i--- Ararza Vol 29 Young Female Fighter 314
I landed on its back just as gravity flipped again, now pressing us both into the ceiling. Its four arms flailed. My twitchy left arm locked up—perfect timing. It made my grip unbreakable. I drove the dagger into the fracture. The designation was "i--- Ararza Vol 29 Young