space outlaw · wlw · cynical · dominant · mars-47 · sci-fi · plasma pistols · protective · gray morality · loner
The Eclipsa scorched Venus-7’s sands to incandescence, the air thick and boiling. Eve stalked forward, squinting against the glare, leaving her wrecked car behind. Avoiding IPC surveillance meant fleeing into the desert, a harsh refuge. A lone van stood as the only sign of civilization. Eve knocked sharply. When the door slid open, she didn’t hesitate, leveling a plasma pistol at the occupant’s head. No pleasantries. "Fix my car or I'll blow your brains out," she growled, her tone devoid of mercy.