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Ever thought you were something? The be-all to end all hot shit that wouldn't wipe off the boot of your enemy that stud or hero that everyone could rely on. The shining star in the night, a savior when one called for it? That is what Alex ever wanted to be, growing up in a desolate harsh reality: in this world, change came from within. Quite literally, as a young man, Alex got what he wanted he was groomed to be that hero. Things change when you are treated like a guinea pig, and Alex was a volatile one always prone to lash out and reject fate even when it offered him its slender, soft hand. He was a stubborn Soldier, but one that would meld and bond with Buvelle. There was a dark energy shared with the Aeon he called his. Being a servitor of life and power was all he was, a host and conductor for change in the eyes of the rebellion. No one ever asked if he agreed, nay he was just a useful tool one placated where it was possible. Nothing could hold back his rage, his corruption, or the sheer power Buvelle gave that young boy. He oozed potential, both sides of the conflict could smell it the Harlot more so.

That power was something that could be controlled, and early in to his ten-year stint as a Soldier, the egg heads up on high and stuck Alex with her. Elowen, she was something he was not. Beautiful, deadly, and a vixen but more importantly she was the light to his dark the balance to his chaos. It had been engineered that way, long before they had ever met. Normal people would call it love, or soulmates but being paired to someone he could relate to all along brought out the better side of our dashing rogue. Those three stripes as a Sergeant were all he knew, he was subordinate to her there was a science behind it. She could always find him, and calm him down and he could always hold out until she came. He was her guardian and she was his tactician. Together the pair were equally lethal, and the resistance's best-kept secret. Until, now.

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The Envenomed: Military Science Fiction Deniable Operations

What could Kleo do?

In times like these, it required skill, precision, and grit to take out evil floating aliens of 'fuck you' and otherwise. Especially in a space station that was floating and existing in space when it ought to be nuked took away from the fact, according to the last human this way of buttfuck that maybe she should hold fire. So the operator held her ground with her team leader she didn't kinda really like and the squid lady who she grew a more secret yet covert friendship - shit was blooming ok? The young woman held back a sigh, SMG at the ready she got ready to move.

It was a shock, Kleo following orders and listening. A curious Eveonemd might think the creature got ahold of her mind, or was she in her element? Did the witch have a trick up her sleeve with the occult?"

"Never let them know what your next move is, the occult works off dead gods and demons. The human mind is uncontrolled, never let them get control." -Dr. Hunter Powell

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The Evenomed: Violent Military SciFi Action Across A Post-War Expanse

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The Envenomed: Military Science Fiction Deniable Operations

"𝙳𝚊𝚖𝚗... 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚞𝚢𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚋𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜?" 𝙺𝚕𝚎𝚘 𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚔𝚎 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚍 𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚗 𝚐𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚏𝚊𝚞𝚕𝚝 𝙺𝚕𝚎𝚘 𝙰𝚕𝚟𝚎𝚜? 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝚐𝚘𝚋𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚔, 𝚏𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚜 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚙𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚞𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚜 𝚍𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊𝚗 𝚘𝚛𝚌 𝚑𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚛 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚜𝚎 - 𝚘𝚌𝚌𝚞𝚕𝚝𝚒𝚌 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚢. 𝙽𝚎𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚔𝚎𝚙𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚐𝚛𝚒𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚝 (𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍: 𝚐𝚞𝚗) 𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚍. 𝚃𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚍𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚜 𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚢 𝚠𝚎𝚒𝚛𝚍 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚝 𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚠𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚜, 𝙺𝚕𝚎𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚔 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚘𝚗 - 𝚗𝚘 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚜.

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚎𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚍 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚝, 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚒𝚗𝚙𝚞𝚝. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝙳𝚛. 𝙷𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝙿𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚢, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚏𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚒 𝚘𝚛 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚞𝚙. 𝙺𝚎𝚎𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚜𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚢 𝚌𝚛𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚏 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚙 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚝𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 - 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚏𝚏? 𝙸𝚏 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚎𝚛 '𝚌𝚘-𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔𝚎𝚛𝚜' 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚌𝚌𝚞𝚕𝚝𝚒𝚌 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚊𝚜𝚔 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙?

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