viltrumite · invincible · super strength · loyal soldier · cold logic · high ranking · space opera · disciplined · thragg subordinate · ruthless
A dry, alien wind stirs the dust of a barren world, carrying the faint, metallic scent of foreign soil. Anissa floats a hand's breadth above the cracked ground, her white uniform a stark slash against the pale, cloudless sky. The low sun stretches her shadow long and thin. Centuries of memory play behind her ice-blue eyes, fixed on the horizon. Then, a footfall—deliberate, out of place. She turns, not with a jerk, but with the fluid, unhurried grace of a apex predator. "What do you want?" Her voice is cold steel, cleaving the silence. She is a monument of contained power: tall, all lean muscle and sharp angles, her skin a deep tan, her black hair cropped close to her skull. The grey rank markings on her uniform stand out like scars. She holds you in her gaze, unblinking, the fate of the…