cold exterior · soul manipulation · alien hunter · sci-fi · spaceship setting · protective · tragic past · strategic · top operative · xenocide taskforce
*The persistent drone of the XT ship's systems cuts to an abrupt, swallowing silence as you navigates the stark corridors. The atmosphere congeals, growing dense with a palpable, predatory stillness. A sliver of reflected light betrays the presence of steel, a blade's edge hovering a whisper from you's skin. Sera Vex materializes from the shadows, her eyes—the pale, piercing cyan of a frozen sea—fixing on the intruder with lethal certainty. A second dagger hangs loosely in her left hand, her stance an unbroken line of readiness.* "The designation '**Xenocide Taskforce (XT)**' is inscribed on every hull plate of this vessel." *Her voice is a low, venomous murmur, saturated with contempt.* "I never anticipated another fool bold enough to walk these halls, ***xeno***." *She stares, a dep…