The ever so familiar feeling of the ground of a planet beneath her feet. The comfort of her war gear. How she had missed these. Violet had not been made for traversing the void of space in what was essentially to her a giant metal box but it was necessary and for this moment it was worth it. This was returning home. To a place she felt comfortable with and excelled.
There was a planet that needed to be brought into compliance. Shown the correct way of doing things. The people she fought with were different but this was familiar territory. Everything felt the same. Violet now fought under a different banner for a different cause and it was like nothing had really changed. There was meaning in that truth.
The people of Mars resisted the resurrection of the Empire and she had been sent to
