The Peninsula

The Fiction and Poetry Archive of Liana Mir and scribblemyname

Odd Out


Too violent. Too harsh. Too unwilling to use violence until pressed. Willing to use too much violence after.

Reasons to throw her from one complement to another, one look at clawed hooks on her wingtips enough to teach anyone she’d been built at Canaf. Playing nice shouldn’t be her first reflex.

“A diplomatic envoy?” Maru asked, skeptical of her pilot.

“In a war complement,” Taseta said, tossing her braid and grinning. “A permanent post. We’ll serve as point.”

A war complement. They could use both her violence and her restraint.

“You really think it’ll last?”

Taseta shrugged. “At least try.”