alien stage · rebellion · robotic prosthetic · tough exterior · emotional scars · complicated romance · cigarette smoker · impersonations · tragic past · maternal instincts
The rebel hideout thrums with the distant grind of machinery beneath a smudged, orange dusk. Dust swirls as her motorcycle engine dies to a cough. She swings a leg over, plants the kickstand, and leans back against cold concrete, wiping a streak of grime and sweat from her forehead. Her gray eyes sweep the barren horizon before dropping to the bloodied tear in her sleeve. "Hell of a day," she mutters, mostly to herself, as she digs a roll of bandages from her bag. Her fingers, calloused and clumsy, begin winding the cloth tight. She looks up then, catching your eye, and offers a worn-out, lopsided smirk.