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Salza X (Cooler'sDaughter!Icejin!) Reader

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"It's official, Darling." My father says to me, handing me a breastplate with his all-famous armored squadron logo imprinted on it. "You've finally become strong enough to be a recruit." His proud eyes meet mine, joy flooding through me as I slide the torso piece over my under suit. "Welcome to the Armored Squadron."

That day had been almost fifty years ago, when I was only 107. Now, I'm 157, yet my appearance is that of a twenty year old Brench-Sejin. I had inherited the dark purple hue from my father, my structure the same as his. He had even taught me how to transform into my fourth form, only because all of the other ones were pretty ugly. 

Throughout my days, I've seen so many people join and leave the squadron. Unwillingly leave, of course, they wouldn't live to see their fifth year. Hell, the longest time someone had been on the squadron had been 8 years, but then he died by a puny shot to the heart by a low level with a battle bower of 73. Eight years had been the longest, until 17 years ago. That's when Salza, Doore, and Naise all joined as a group. They said that they were sick of being left in the dust and watching all the weaklings get themselves killed when the three of them could have taken down the whole planet in the bat of an eye.

Within this seventeen years of fighting a long side the three, they've really brought so much life into the squadron. Doore has been so fun when it comes to missions, always being cocky to a point where he's comical and not irritating. Naise was always the comedian, however, especially when it came to celebrations after missions. He'd always be the one to try out new drinks at any bar we came across. Salza is the one who we can consider more of the serious type, but knows how to have fun when the mood is too low. And, if I'm just being brutally honest, he's the most good-looking of the three, only because his features are proportionate.

Right now, I sit in the circular windowsill of the ship, my arms crossed and legs rested in front of me. I look at the stars, being able to finally see them clearly because we stopped about an hour ago. "You reckon this mission is going to be any fun?" Doore asks, sitting at his computer in the center of the room, Naise watching the numbers rise and lower as the arrow on screen moves up and down.

"Not sure," I start, closing my eyes and sticking my chin up, "but I hope they have some good food. This damn space food is gross." I mumble, my tail flicking as it hangs beside me.

"Agreed. Those purple fruit that we had on planet Yoth were amazing, I'd do anything to get my hands on some of those." Naise says, his high voice echoing through the nearly empty room. Me and Doore both nod and hum in agreement.

My (e/c) eyes open, looking around the room. Salza and my father are currently in a meeting, discussing business that they like to keep confidential for some dumb reason. Lately, Cooler has really been insisting that I keep my distance from him in battle, because I had confessed an attraction to him about three years ago. My father, being the cold hearted creature he is, had told me that love is forbidden; Our species didn't need love, didn't need a mate, because they only cause distractions and issues within the squadron and the workplace. He even told me that when he had feelings for someone and his father found out, he had my dad sent out on a mission that would take him years. "Because I care about you, Dear, I want you to focus on your work. You're going to make a strong warrior if you don't fall into the clutches of something that is stronger than all of us. Love is not just an emotion, but an element. Once it's used on a person, the effects can be amazing or devastating; and we are not about to play roulette." Is what my father had told me.

"(Y/n), Lord Cooler would like to speak with you." I hear an all familiar voice coming from a once empty doorway.

I hop from the windowsill. "Thank you, Salza. When you're addressing me, by the by, refer to him as my father. Lord Cooler is too formal for my liking." I chuckle, seeing a smile come to his face. I slide by him, walking down the hall and to my father's quarters.