Murder Kitten
TAGS: Aenarr Kyrr
Enemies: Marlon Sularen Moff Evner Braxiatel
Tingel Arm Coalition
Alex, the auburn redheaded boy, sat in the cockpit of his Phantomray Stealth Assault Interceptor, his pulse quickening as his fingers danced over the control panels. The Werlaara Stealth Suite hummed quietly, its systems making him nearly invisible, and that thrill—the rush of the hunt—coursed through his veins. Alex—call sign Maverick—was no ordinary pilot. Engineered to crave combat, he was bred for the chaos of battle. This was what he lived for.
This was his first mission with Strill Securities, and the tension of it all only heightened his excitement. He had been waiting for this moment, his whole being yearning for the fight to come. His Phantomray glided silently above Wistril, cloaked in stealth, ready to strike.
He opened his comms to his handler, Aenarr Kyrr, speaking with a giddy edge to his voice. "Maverick here. In position," he began, his voice sharp with anticipation.
He flicked the ship's readings, his fingers tapping impatiently against the control panel. "Target's locked. Northern quadrant."
His excitement was building, almost uncontrollable. This wasn't just a fight—it was chaos, destruction, and the thrill of overwhelming power. His bloodlust pushed him to the edge. "It'll be one hell of a fireworks show."
Alex could almost see it—the explosions, the smoke, the enemy scrambling to respond as their precious shipyards came under attack. His grin widened even more as he tightened his grip on the controls.
"Give me the word, and I'll turn their shipyards to ash."
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