ART BY M4C3

Ninety-Nine waited until the sisters arrived. Sitting on top of a rubbles, armors torn, she stared at her hands and claws. She failed. Her comrades laid dead, the camp destroyed, and no news of the battle. The distant thunders of artillery and zaps of pulse weapons echoed, Ninety-Nine watched the guardsmen moving about, but she found herself with the quartermaster of the company that arrived with Tobias.

Ninety-Nine walked across the field, covered in a spare with burnt edges and torn from being pulled under the debris. While this was no robe, the tarp covered enough to keep her from shame of her body. Though she had to admit, freely walking not encased in armor without the derision or disgust liberated her a small part of her worries.

“I need weapons.”

“Weapons, a—agent?” The quartermaster said with a nervous stutter. “We don’t have much to spare as of the moment. Maybe one.”

Various heavy armaments stood against the wall, along with few grenades and melee weapons too small for her to find. She saw a heavy stubber and a lascannon being the only heavy weaponries available.

“What about things to hit with?”

“Chainswords and bayonets but nothing for your uh… stature.” The quartermaster said.

“Give me…”

>The Heavy stubber
>The lascannon

Ninety-Nine looked around the rubble, looking for a dependable material to make a weapon out of. She found…

>A rebar with debris
>Spare chainsword chains, in which she wrapped around her hands to forearms
>Write-in [Encouraged]

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