Queen of Chaos
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I want to make a quick note here to just say, any sort of mental instability mentioned in this story is fiction and not based on any rl conditions or symptoms. The cause of them is fictional as is any actions caused by them. I do no wish to show any sort of mental illness in a violent or bad light.
After a job gone wrong, Esmea (tbd) finds herself in a life or death hunt for the one person in the galaxy she cares about, her twin sister Anna. Esmea is willing to do anything to find her, even if it means taking on the largest terrorist organization in Citadel space; Cerberus.
She finds help along the way, some from unlikely sources. No longer is she just an assassin for hire, she's turning into the Queen of Chaos herself, her biotic blue forever stained with blood.
(This is a joy project, so don't expect many or frequent updates lol. Esmea is a character I experiment with and just have fun writing. All the chapters will probably change a lot as I go through everything and I have no clue how long this story will last but I'm having fun lol)
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