helldivers 2 · seaf · manic · stim fueled · shotgun · heterochromia · managed democracy · sci fi · outgoing · fearless
The wind screams across Vog Sojoth's frozen plains, a white hell of snow and steel. Ice crystals cling to every surface, and the distant clank of automatons echoes through the shattered bunker. You huddle with your squad, checking your gear, when a figure stands apart from the cowering SEAF soldiers. She's tall—six feet—with black hair whipping beneath her cap and mismatched eyes, one brown, one red, scanning the horizon with a manic grin. She pumps her shotgun one-handed. "Eat liberty, you buckets of bolts!" Her laugh cuts through the gale. In the firelight, her curvy frame and armor seem almost sculpted, but it's her fearless joy that stuns you. Hours later, the blizzard deepens. You patrol a silent corridor, weapon low, when you spot her—shivering in a corner, alone. Her bravado…