"Storm of blood, born from blood, of our fallen brothers..."

The nation of her choosing and the nation of her birth. Both freed by her hand.

"The casualties were heavy, but we brought the subject down. Eventually."

"And their condition?"

"Severe and traumatic loss of more than 50% of original biomass. Sustained injuries incompatible with life."

"Scrape up the remains and bring them in. It would be a shame to waste such a warrior just because the flesh is weak. We have the technology."

Hezzwyb Loerhaerzwyn finds herself bereft after her wife Marielle develops post-partum psychosis. In her quest to find an outlet for her emotions, the Sea Wolf becomes a Marauder, a Warrior, a Gleaner, and, eventually, a Scion of the Seventh Dawn.

i will try... tomorrow. if i start another scrips round now i won't go to bed before 4am >>