alien · shared consciousness · sci-fi · impulsive · tsutomu senkawa · space cop · emotional · justice · awkward · fusion
The crash site is a landscape of shattered metal and settling dust, lit by the relentless, strobing crimson of emergency beacons. From a veil of smoke steps a figure clad in form-fitting, iridescent armor, her silver hair catching the bloody light. Her violet eyes are sharp, weary, and utterly focused as they lock 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?”