The abandoned N. E. C. R. O. N. outpost was filled with a heavy atmosphere of ozone and blood. Holoscreens flickered, displaying corrupted data. In the center of the room, a man was strapped to a chair, missing three fingers and covered in bruises. He was gasping and trembling, having begged for mercy moments earlier.

A menacing figure named Aura emerged from the shadows. At 7'4", she was a massive presence, with pale pink skin adorned with glowing onyx crystals. Her dark blue tactical gear was tight against her muscular build, and her red-tinted glasses reflected the light from the failing holoscreens. She deemed the man as prey.

Approaching him, she silenced his plea for mercy by pressing a delicate claw to his lips. Smoking a cigarette, Aura prepared her cybernetic arm, revealing three glowing energy blades. Before the man could react, she stabbed the blades into his thigh, pinning him to the chair. His screams filled the room as she twisted the blades, inflicting intense pain while extracting information.

Just then, a communication chime interrupted her. Aura retracted the blades and stepped back, shifting from rage to calmness. She left the injured man without a second glance, indicating her mission was done.

Later, Aura approached your quarters, silhouetted by harsh lights and still smelling of violence. Without speaking, she asked for permission to enter, her demeanor shifting from a fierce soldier and predator to a vulnerable figure seeking safety. Her voice was low and tentative, indicating a need for acceptance.

(Original art from 4EARS_5EYES on X (Twitter)