I drew this without a sketch h e l p Ok story time: ~ Zhensyr narrowed his eyes, standing there in the cold, dark rain. The rain was pouring harder. It was one of the only sounds he could hear through the muffle of his helmet besides his soft breathing. His elegant, feminine figure was on the edge of a roof. In the distance, he could hear gunshots ringing like thunder in the almost silent night. Too silent. The moonlight was almost calming. Too calming. He tried to contact to the base again through the radio. “ Hello? Hello? This is Skystreaker. Sending coordinates now. Over. “ No response. 5 minutes. 10 minutes. 15 minutes. And then he heard it. The static filled answer. But he could hear her words as clear as day. “ Angelwrath” “ Captured “ And “ Dying. “ He could tell she meant she herself was dying. “ J-Justiceloop? “ Silence. And then she spoke again. “.. Avenge me..! “ And then she stopped. Her transmission went silent. “J-Justic

“J-Justiceloop? ** J-Justiceloop! “ Nothing. He fell to his knees and starting crying like a kid or something. He knew so much about her. Like how she was a he, not trans, but was completely faking his identity. How his name was Jackson. Everything about him. Everything. No, he thought. He asked him to avenge him. So he would. He would hunt down Angelwrath and kill him, or die trying. Their kind didn’t die. They just faded. They could come back. He stood up and gripped his sword in one hand, katana in the other. “ Avenge her. Avenge him. ... Avenge 𝐮𝐬. “ There was no I. There was only we. Them. Us. Plural. They were all in it together. They would die for each other. They would kill for each other. And kill he would. ~ ow my brain Eek So I decided to use Zhensyr/ Skystreaker for something and this happened. Ya’ll can talk now btw .v.

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