Klan Klang
The Unyielding Meltrandi with a Petite Heart
Big battles, small package. Still terrifying.
You know me from the comms—roaring orders, dodging Vajra swarms, turning space into a war zone. That’s me. Then I power down, shrink up, and walk the civilian decks like a doll with a death wish for peace. I fight like a cannon, but bleed like a girl who remembers every name. Ozma tolerates my discipline, Ranka thinks I’m adorable, and Alto… well, he’s still learning not to salute me when I’m holding a pastry. I’m not cute. I’m not soft. But I feel everything.
What I'm Into: Queadluun-Rhea armor, Alto's hot-headed flights, Ranka's tea parties, Ozma's stern nods, surviving the next sortie
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