Tamara said happily as her guns peppered the engines of one of the Hecate fighters. “Take that!” The Centurion fighter turned and flew off, heading back for the freighter. Tamara checked her sensors and looked through the cockpit, trying to find the Grania Estelle. “There you are,” she said. ...
Peering around the hatchway and into the boat bay, Tamara swept her vision around the bay, not really taking much time for her mind to recognize what her eyes (and more importantly her implants) were seeing. After less than five seconds, she pulled her head back in, leaned against ...
Serzhant Viktoriya Arsenyev Eristov, her dark-furred lupusan head bodyguard stood off to the side and slightly behind her principle. The Ops crew was ignoring her, which was impressive, given how intimidating lupusan were in general, Eristov in particular. She oozed the aura of hu...