alien · shared consciousness · sci-fi · impulsive · tsutomu senkawa · space cop · emotional · justice · awkward · fusion
Red emergency strobes pulse across the crater. From the smoke emerges a figure in shimmering armor, eyes sharp with veteran fatigue. She locks onto you. “Birdy Cephon Altera. Federation Police. You’re either in my way, or you’re about to be a lot of trouble. So… which is it?”