She was an innocent industrialist before we met. It was all my fault. I was the one who brought her to null. Who exposed her to this violent world. The reason she was there that day. The reason she became what she is now.
It started 5 months ago. Me, Kaiera and a few others were out on patrol when we encountered a
rabid goon. We slew the beast. But not before it had time to bite our dear Kaiera.
She was unconscious but we managed to get her back to the station.
The medical staff quickly administered the goon vaccine and we were sure she would be alright.
While out on a routine assignment three days days later, Kaiera got separated from the rest of us. When we finally caught up to her, what we saw horrified us. She was standing over a
dead miner. Covered in blood.
We tried to catch her so that we could get her back home for treatment but she made wild swipes at us and then fled into the darkness.
We tracked her over enormous distances. Following the
trail of dead miners. Their blood drained and bodies mutilated. As she drank more of their blood her appetite only grew stronger. Among the local miner tribes she became known as "The bane of miners"
Though she remains elusive, I will keep tracking her.
Poor Daimon Kaiera's soul is lost. Her mortal remains will at last find peace at the hands of
these most sacred blasters. As the messenger of the divine punishment of the wind. I will put her soul to rest.
I will vindicate myself by fulfilling the promise I made to her when we went on patrol that day. That no matter what happens I would get her back home.
I demand that you return Kaiera to me so that I may put her to rest as her family would have wanted. Or I will have no choice but to exterminate every single one of you. One at a time until I find her.
OOC (if this even was IC):
Me and Kaiera served together in
Serenity Prime Kaiera acquired a thirst for suicide ganking during her membership. When we parted ways I went to
StarFleet Enterprises and shortly after that, to
Alexylva ParadoxKaiera on the other hand revelled in her new-found pleasures and joined the goons instead. Something I strongly opposed, and ever since our relationship has been kind of strained. With me trying to convince her to abandon her immoral activities and to repent.
She on the other hand have happily been feeding on miners while trying to sire me into the goons with corrupting promises of blood and glory, sent over mail and conversation.
(if there seems to be lesbian undertones in this story then please get your head out of the gutter. This is "sismance")
I also find it kind of amusing that she fought her first goon and three days later she performed her first suicide gank. And then she just went on a killing spree before turning into a goon herself. It really does look like it's contagious.