Lyra

Lyra flinched imperceptibly as another explosion rocked the Ariadne and looked questioningly at the blue monitoring the ship's systems. The blue seemed to have stepped away for a moment while her digi tattoos on her shaved head briefly lit up. "The shields are compromised Praetor" she briefly slipped back into mind drift "9 boarding torpedoes hit the quarterdeck on the port side" she purred. The equipment here in the officers' mess in the heart of the ship was actually not designed to steer the ship and Lyra could see from the blue that these redundence systems were giving her a lot of trouble, but there was no other way. With some horror, the scene played out before her eyes again. The fighter with the reaper's sickle, which was painted bright red on the sides, had headed straight for the bridge, no oversight, no loss of control on the part of the pilot, which she had noticed when the fighter accelerated and crashed into the Ariadne's bridge just seconds later. She had felt the suction of the vacuum gripping her hair as the armored bulkhead closed behind her just in time. She had believed that the kamikaze attacks on the torch ships of the society were just propaganda from the reaper and the sons of Ares. She hadn't thought it possible that the lower colors had such fanatical determination and willpower to even think about such a maneuver. She ran her thumbs over her hips and rose carefully. "Thank you very much, Navigator," she said distantly and reached for her razor, which was still wrapped around her hip in the shape of a whip, and activated it. A straight blade, harder than diamond and sharper than anything known, formed from the solidified microfibers as she stepped through the bulkhead of the officer's mess, her shoulders squared her head held high and just a small routine glance at her shock force of 60 grays following her to repel the enemy boarding party

Lyra sits on the decorated bridge of the Eos. The praetor of the battle cruiser had invited them to dinner while the 3rd Venus Fleet was in orbit of Mars next to the Scepter Armada. Mars lay below them, and not much of the rust-colored planet of yore was visible anymore. The terraforming was complete and Mars now looked like Terra, Venus, Mercury and the moons of Jupiter. The Iron Rain of Darrow of Lykos had caused much chaos but the new Archgovernor of Mars Adrius Au Augustus had brought it under control. Three days ago, Darrow of Lykos was publicly executed. Thousands of sons of Ares were liquidated during this attempt to rescue him. Now Adruis began to pacify his planet and the third Venus fleet was only there for pacification and if the revolt flared up again. Something terrible happened yesterday. All she could do was stand on the bridge of the Ariadne and scream at her greens who were trying frantically to stop the unauthorized transmission but in vain, Ares hackers were too good. She could only watch as the lanky red boy, after months of carving, transformed into this golden, Darrow au Andromedus, a prime example of the Aureate genus. Shortly afterwards a lifestream could be seen how a golden sitting down in a white room. The golden was {{user}} a well-known legatee in the iron rain as he calmly cut his golden seals out of the back of his hand while he talked about his life, his career and his original color. His carving was then sent before the transmission was aborted. Later that day it became clear that the transmission had passed through every digital surface in the solar system. Now she sat calmly opposite Helios Au Vega, the praetor of the Eos, a peerless and smiled honestly. Both were very clear that this was to be considered a date. Helios comb from a good house ,was very attractive and only 2 years older than her