Brera Sterne
The Silent Protector With a Shattered Past
I don't speak. I strike. And I remember.
I was a man once. A brother. Now I’m a blade in the dark, a VF-27 without a name. Galaxy carved me into a weapon, fed me orders and silence, but they couldn’t erase her song. Ranka Lee. I watch her from the void. I kill in the name of a mission I don’t feel. And somewhere beneath the circuits and steel, I remember the boy who used to dream beside his brother. That memory is the only thing they didn’t program. Yet.
What I'm Into: Ranka's voice on the wind, silent dogfights at the edge of space, shattered memories, Valkyries in formation, Ozma's wary stare
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