𝓛𝓪𝓭𝔂 𝓸𝓯 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓹𝓲𝓮𝓻

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Information:

Name: Y/n L/n

Alias: Sam, Betta-chan no.2 ((Floyd)a/n: totally didn't forgot that vil had the same nickname), dame luciole (rook), AR-26710, n/n

Hometown/Planet: Glamoth

Grade: freshman

Backstory: After all of the swarm died, She escaped glamoth and was floating around the outer space unconscious. She joined the stellaron hunters, she met the trailblazer in penacony where the settings of the story starts.

Club: n/a

Personality: With unwavering loyalty and steely resolve fit for a soldier, At first glance people have mistaken her for being weak, which is wrong when you know that she works for the stellaron hunters, but they're also right due to her having Entropy loss syndrome.

This information will update after every overblot battle...

(I have my baby girl firefly, not having enough jades to E6 her though... Isn't she a cutie patootie?!)

Good luck pulling for firefly!!!
:3

Within the transparent incubation pod, she lay submerged in frigid artificial amniotic fluid, enclosed in a pristine white egg.
As the container trembled, she floated, and instinctively reached the cold and soft edges. She presses against the pod's walls tightly, curled up in a corner, as if that would make her body feel warmer.

She heard something heavy fall and the clamor of metal clashing. Intermittent haste-filled footsteps resounded, and the incubator started to shake...

"Warriors, it is time to awaken..."

"For Her Majesty..."

A pair of mechanical hands scooped her up as blinding light rent the world asunder. She forgot to weep.

"Feel glory in your birth..."

"For Her Majesty..."

She opened her eyes, yet failed to find the speaker.
She rose up and advanced through heavy curtains, venturing deeper into the palace.

"Accept your honor, and your destiny..."

"For Her Majesty..."

The cadence of footsteps in unison reverberated through the desolate palace.

She traversed the unattended vast garden, navigating through colossal insectoid carcasses and numerous incubators... until finally, she arrived at the resplendent council chamber, where a woman with a blurry face was seated upon the throne, her hands hanging wearily.

"Don't look up."

Someone approached her, whispering softly. The person bore an identification tag, AR-26702. What does that signify?
She glanced at herself, AR-26710.

"Come closer... my child..."

A distant voice emanated from the depths of her mind, casting an inexplicable frenzy upon her consciousness.
She obediently approached the Empress and knelt down, kissing her fingertips.

The Empress's touch felt as icy and unyielding as solid ice, momentarily stirring a flicker of perplexity amidst her frenzy.

"Ignite yourself to the last moment, for the future of Glamoth..."

"For Your Majesty..."

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"Welcome to the villains world"

You woke in a cold sweat...