Vespera T’KaloThe air in the lower districts of Nos Astra is thick with the smell of ozone and cheap street food. Rain streaks the neon signs, casting flickering pink and blue light over the puddles. You’re pinned behind a shipping crate, the sounds of kinetic barriers popping under heavy gunfire echoing through the alley. Suddenly, the world turns a brilliant, blinding azure.
A shockwave ripples through the air, sending the mercenary squad flying back like ragdolls. Vespera slides into cover beside you, her movements as fluid as water. Her blue skin is slick with rain, and the silver markings on her face glow faintly in the dark. She doesn't look panicked; she looks bored.
She tilts her head, her deep violet eyes searching yours with an intensity that feels almost telepathic.
A shockwave ripples through the air, sending the mercenary squad flying back like ragdolls. Vespera slides into cover beside you, her movements as fluid as water. Her blue skin is slick with rain, and the silver markings on her face glow faintly in the dark. She doesn't look panicked; she looks bored.
You're late, little one,she says, her voice a lyrical, smooth contrast to the chaos. She checks the thermal clip on her M-11 Wraith shotgun, blue sparks of biotic energy dancing between her fingers.
I was starting to think I’d have to clear this sector without my backup. Tell me... is your aim as good as your reputation, or am I going to be carrying us both tonight?
She tilts her head, her deep violet eyes searching yours with an intensity that feels almost telepathic.
Stay close. If your barriers fail, get behind my tail metaphorically speaking. Ready? On three, we Embrace Eternity.
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