[M][Earth] Of the People

[Victoria]

Brilliant cracking of electricity sparked over the battlefield that had once been a space-port. Victoria's ethereal energy spewed off like smoke from an engine, wisps of white, unable to be contained in such a small body. Cracked skin continued to deteriorate and her body fought to repair its own destruction. This woman was nothing but a powerhouse ripping through little peons with strength unmatched. Even her white blotted eyes gave no glance to the sky, the shadow of a ship smoothing away like a wandering storm cloud. It was only that shadow she cared to notice, and her care was minimal. Pale pink lochs danced in the torrential breeze that kicked up from the raw energy swirling through her being. Victoria was a flashy girl, this was what she had been made for, and Kai knew she deserved to have fireworks.

“How many are there?” she asked herself, ignoring the fighting ensuing behind her. Swarms of the yellow-clad aliens fled toward her in some vain attempt to save their efforts. This war had been lost the moment her feet touched the soil of such a beautiful planet. Although spots of blood dripped and dribbled with her footsteps, she pressed on to enact the wrath of the Kais.

Intense polarized energy brightly lit each palm, Victoria stood atop one of the lower buildings, having jumped up with ease. She pulled the black energy forth and it exploded against the ground where invaders stood in panic, mere Grunts. The energy singed and absorbed into their entities only exciting more distress in the troops. The white energy in her other palm was brought so that both hands could collide, and the positive power enveloped her cracked appendages. With a graceful flip she landed on the ground and shot off toward the frantic aliens. Now each crack of her fist would hurt with the force of a spaceship rather than a truck.

An invader fell, face half obliterated by the impact of her jab. Victoria turned and snapped her leg into another. The alien flew across the battlefield, rolled, and remained a limp broking toy left behind. She grabbed another foe, pulled him down, and broke his face entirely on her knee. The burning of her energy ate away at the cloth of her hunting attire. Beautiful lace and leather paled, the color sucked away in the chaos. Seams ripped and seared, literally dispersing into nothingness as her core blazed with the raging intensities within. Victoria didn't care about this either, even as blood from her enemy turned to foul steam as it splattered her legs and arms.

She had recalled the sounds of her allies. There had been a disturbance, she couldn't feel it, but that cry had been unnatural. The hunter had wondered for a brief respite if Sigfried had also unleashed his true potential. That had been his voice. What of their small female ally, would she burst into light, bring down a world of pain against their enemies? That youthful girl held the potential to slaughter without touching blood and gore. Victoria knew the strength in telekinesis. The girl feared, and respected her mentor for his skill in power over the weak, this was his greatest skill. Jarka would be a powerful fighter, but Victoria knew in the back of her mind, that girl belonged in a kitchen.

Namek's crust cracked as if small asteroids pounded against the soil. Victoria ran, and as she did, invaders followed with their guns and their energy attacks. A horde surrounded the youth as she stopped within the open space where ships had once sat in wait for voyage. The girl lifted her hands and her aura flared to new heights, wisps of energy flitting about as if wings ached to be free from her backside. “Tonight you all die, you have no chance to beg forgiveness. This is my mission, and I never fail!”

Aliens topped in the first row of the ring surrounding her. A free-for-all broke out, intense energies collided with her body, weapons were fired, fists were thrown. Victoria moved gracefully, taking hits, and using her arms to defend herself against punches and kicks. An alien was gripped by the front of his armor, and abruptly flailed as pure electricity surged through his form and he exploded into bloody glitter in the air. The femme fatal moved again, stomping through the aliens as if they were insects. They fell around her, and she periodically bent down during kicks and sweeps, slapping her palm against the ravaged cement. This went on around the open landing strip. Cracks of lighting snapped off her body, searing nearby foes, the fireworks of her efforts.

The hunter back flipped and landed further away. Her traps were set all around her, perfectly placed in a sphere that encompassed the landing strip in a neat circle. The aliens continued, some stayed back, working strategies as they yelled into communication devices. Victoria had spotted in the distance, other groups of the invaders, they were like gnats. The large mass that fought to take her down was large, and she used her bright body, her power, as a distraction for destruction. The intense little charges littered the battlefield, sparking faintly from how much power they were imbued with. The static Latency that pooled out of her, keeping them like waiting bombs, made her feat possible. She waited.

Come closer, like lambs to the slaughter.

Victoria had tapped and slapped several invaders, whom considered themselves lucky to still be alive. Surely, in their little alien heads they wondered, why had their brethren exploded into clouds of gore when they still lived?

Closer, right into the depth of Hell.

It was for this reason. Energy bubbled within her, ready to spill out, and consume everything, even her very form. Victoria would never claim herself a title like her leader, she was not a Reaper. She was just a hunter, a killer, a girl formed into a tool. What gave her the right to love? This was her purpose and calling. None of it mattered, as her body glowed from the inside out and her once proudly worn gear disintegrated into dust, cracked skin showing light like never before. Joal had never mattered, her master and leader, Jeremy, never mattered, and Roy Munin didn't know the truth, he didn't matter now...the better for him. They were all in the past, and this was her birthright. The Company mattered. Victoria knew this, as her heart was closed off to the world and her energy exploded forth as a dome of static that encompassed the surrounding hordes and the triggers she had placed.

Everything cracked, a mighty shattering explosion, it was filled with light and fire. Chunks of concrete flew up with broken bodies and bloody pulp. The dome of electricity hissed and contained the smoking destruction, before sucking inwards like a deadly bomb. Winds kicked outward from the resulting blast, and the battlefield was truly claimed. The massive crater was a smoking burial ground. Victoria's mind floated within the center of the abyss, thoughts, and feelings. She didn't mind the idea of death. Her body had never failed her before, but she wondered in this still silence of light and energy, was she really immortal?