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| ❝ Born and raised in the picturesque small town of Boeing, USA. An all star athlete and head cheerleader! She was popular, preppy, charitable, kindhearted, and most of all smart. Loved by everyone in school and her town that she equally loved back. If all this sounds familiar, there's a reason. Sharon Swerve is Sharon Suave from another universe. A parallel mirror of our own. The two girls were almost identical in every way until one major change in her timeline. . .
Angore Invasion.
The alien invaders arrived without warning, bringing with them a swift, violent, and terrifying end to Sharon Swerve's idyllic small town life. A teenage girl whose biggest worry in life was what to wear for her date on Saturday suddenly had her world turned upside down, up-ended, and eventually completely erased. The Fall of Earth lasted longer than typical Angore feasts, caused only by the fact that the leadership of the world had been warned by other alien races in advance what was coming. They were estimated to only have three weeks before the creatures would arrive and attack. The Earth military did their best to fight back, though they had little time to prepare for what was inevitable. The One World Government did their best to keep the impending attack secret but it quickly leaked out to the public causing global hysteria and rioting. Global martial law was declared, but the scale of the mass violence was not feasible to control. Drafts were enlisted to try to scramble enough fighting men and women to prepare for an incoming planetary assault, though many refused out of fear and nihilism in the face of what was coming. The Universal Alliance, a coalition of different alien races throughout space began to send aid as well as evacuate as many humans as possible but some chose to stay behind and fight. Sharon was one of them.
One week had passed since the news of the Angore coming. By that point their small and peaceful hometown of Boeing was a disaster. Every storefront downtown was long since looted, many homes had been ransacked and entire neighborhoods burned to the ground. Bodies were commonplace, as there was no one left to remove them. Her athletic prowess and willpower kept her alive through the worst of the riots, though not all of her family were so lucky. She'd lost her parents who died to protect her. All she had left was a select few of her friends from school, former members of the football team, and a weird nerdy loner who only went by the name of Ace. Their town was so small and off the beaten path that by the time military aid came to help, there was essentially nothing left to salvage. The teens were given the option to flee into space as refugees with the Universal Alliance fleet but all of them chose to enlist and serve in the war effort. They couldn't save their town, but they were damn sure going to save their planet. No matter what it would take. In Sharon's eyes, there was nothing left for her to lose. All that was left was to fight.
Sharon's athleticism made her an incredible cadet immediately. The military's of the world had joined forces with the Universal Alliance, giving her and the rest of her group military grade training from multiple different planets and races. Already from the beginning Sharon was above the rest of her peers, and not just the ones from her town, but the entire training squad. It did not take long for her to outpace even already trained soldiers, human or not. She'd hunted with her dad before so was no stranger to guns, but never military grade. Despite that, she proved to be a crackshot and especially with long-range weaponry. Combined with her ability to run, leap, climb, and overall agility thanks to her cheerleading she would make for an incredible scout and sniper. She was given an alien RG-750 Sniper Rifle and trained endlessly. By the end of a week of training she had a spotless record, able to kill-shot a target and hit a perfect bullseye without fail. Two weeks had passed, the time estimate for the Angore invasion was soon approaching. . .
The estimates were wrong. They arrived early. ❞
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| ❝ The Angore mulched through the planetary defense systems and orbital fleet within an hour. Nuclear missiles barely put a dent in them, everything we threw at them. . . Seemingly did nothing. The ravenous beasts poured endlessly out of their black hole portals like a running faucet with seemingly no limit to their numbers. Grey skinned green eyed bio-luminescent humanoids with sharp claws and even sharper teeth. Agile predators that could tear a man apart in an instant. Some larger than others, and even more ferocious. The ground troops on Earth fought as best they could, for as long as they could, taking down as many Angore as humanly possible. But the writing was on the wall. Earth was a lost cause. The remaining fleet above the atmosphere retreated, Sharon angrily refused to evacuate preferring to die on Terra-firma. Fighting to her last breath and bullet. She wasn't given that chance however, she was knocked out from behind by her fellow soldier and former classmate Ace. He carried her to the nearest evac dropship. She was lucky to survive, the rest of their squad had not. She did not wake up in time to see planet Earth's core erupt, breaking the planet apart before being consumed by enormous Angore Gulper Eels. Their homeworld, the only place they ever knew reduced to a blank spot in an endless void within a matter of minutes. She would later say she was grateful to not witness it go, she'd be able to only remember it as the verdant green and blue world she loved instead. Forever a memory.
For a time Sharon refused to speak to Ace upon learning he was the reason she survived. They were split into different units after that day and they didn't speak anymore after that. Wracked with guilt, she wished she had died along with Earth fighting to defend it. The only place she had left was now gone entirely, and she felt completely disconnected. She became a monster on the battlefield from that day, an emotionless shell that killed countless Angore soldiers in future battles in endless attempts to defend other alien worlds from meeting the same fate that Earth had. She took her training to the next level, her work-outs became even more intense, her muscles growing as did her kill count. She'd become such a decorated soldier that she broke records not just in Earth's military history, but the Universal Alliance as well. There had never been a sniper as skilled as her in all galactic history and she just kept going. She was a living legend. Able to hit any target on a battlefield whether on ground or in a moving spacecraft. Despite this, she felt nothing but dead inside, merely going through the motions. Hoping to save as many as she could, but knowing no matter what she did, or if they won the war she would never get back what they took from her.
Things changed the day she met Ace again. Her platoon had been assigned to a garrison defending Buoytoise Prime, homeworld of the Buoytle people. The next speculated Angore target. Sharon had changed significantly in the past four years, the smile she used to be known for seemed completely erased and all that was lest was a scowling muscular and rugged girl with military tattoos. Despite that, Ace recognized her in an instant. He hadn't changed a bit. . . The same scrawny and meek looking guy she hardly knew growing up. Ace was no longer in mobile infantry, he was not the soldier type. The Alliance had made him into a science officer and tactician. He claimed he was destined for this after 'all those years playing tactics games. . .'. It was such an Ace thing to say, that she couldn't help but laugh.
. . . She hadn't laughed in forever. It was nice. The two caught up with one another, though it was very one-sided. Ace said he knew everything about what she'd been up to. Her records, her kill count, where she'd been. . . Everything. He said he missed her, and keeping up to date on where she was let him feel a little better each time just knowing she was still out there fighting, but most of all. Just still alive. Ace still came off as an awkward loser, he'd say weird things easily, trip on himself, prone to accidents. But the things she once found offputting she now strangely found endearing, and sweet. . .
One thing led to another, and they began dating.
Sharon smiled a lot again after that day.
The two seldom had time together due to the on-going conflict. Breaks were few and far between as the Angore rarely stop their assaults. The downtime between battles however were always spent with Ace. They cherished every moment they could have alone. Visiting multiple alien worlds together, getting lost in one another. It was a reprieve from the constant fighting and sadness, and in those brief moments they could truly just forget it all and be happy with one another. Sharon was a decorated war hero and celebrity known by all at this point in the war, and she was often recognized by locals when they were on their romantic retreats. Despite some laughing at the idea of such a large and aggressive looking woman dating a pathetic looking young man she didn't care in the slightest. She was proud of her loser! They'd often be seen cuddling, holding hands, and more often than not she would be giving him piggyback rides. . . All those little moments in the vastness of space added up, and for the first time in a long, long time Sharon felt alive again. She finally felt there was something to fight for, a future to look forward to. She wasn't alone anymore. They had each other, and she was going to fight harder than she ever had before. ❞
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| ❝ The war raged on, and not in our favor. There had been so many planets consumed by the Angore at this point that it became just a number to many. Morale had reached an all time low, rivaled only by the low count of soldiers left in the Universal Alliance. They lost more and more with each assault, and it was increasingly growing more obvious that loss was inevitable. . . Sharon's body showed the toll. For every member of her squad she lost in battles, she would add a tattoo to honor their memory. By this point her body was covered head to toe in them. . .
One final effort was made. There were no other options left. Those who wished to retreat, were given the option. To run away and maybe, find some scrap of something out in space to hide on. But next to none took that option, instead opting to stand and fight. The Alliance pooled all their resources, ships and remaining fighters together and rallied them in a last ditch attempt to take down as many Angore as possible. The fight lasted mere minutes. Angore ships, Gulpers, and black holes annihilated and devoured the entire fleet bit by bit. Laserfire, missiles, energy weapons and railguns blasted in every direction but the chaos was for naught, the maelstrom took them all. Sharon down with it, her ship she was on was sucked into an Angore portal and everything went black.
When she emerged hellfire and ships rained from the sky, they emerged on the Angore homeworld. A wretched and desiccated hive of endless bloody desert and lifeless wastes littered with debris. Their fleet and vessels now added to the pile. The ship crashed into the planet, and the Angore descended upon it like vermin. The crew fought tooth and nail. No one ever went back after that day. Sharon and a few survivors escaped into the wastelands, but the Angore wastes were a cruel and unforgiving land. She never found Ace in the wreckage field, not even his body. Despite returning multiple times searching for him. Death in the battle was merciful compared to the Hellscape they had now entered.
The Angore had won, as they always have. And once more all that Sharon loved was gone. ❞
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❝ Sharon's life has been a lonesome one ever since then. She's long since lost every survivor that was with her on that day, lives all taken by the Angore or the environment of the Angore Wastes. It's a death sentence being there, few things live more than a matter of hours. Even the most resilient and formidable of warriors don't last long. But Sharon is no average soldier. She kept the squad of survivors alive for a few years, all that was left of the dimension they once called home. None knowing what became of their families or if they'd ever see them again. Sharon never made them a promise she couldn't keep, just that she'd do her best to see them live to fight another day. Though time is a hard thing to determine in the Angore Wastes. . . The lack of sunlight makes it impossible to know any passage of it and the concept of days are a distant memory for her at this point. She has no idea how long it's been since she landed there, but she's 39 years old now. More than half of her life has been spent in this god-forsaken shithole.
There was a time. Brief as it may be, she very nearly gave up and ended it all. But before she pulled the trigger she saw the reflection of a tattoo for Ace she'd had made shortly after they finally determined he was gone. She couldn't do it. It echoed through her mind, the word he said to her so many times before every battle; "Survive". Sharon took it to heart, no matter how harsh the conditions are, no matter how much time she goes without the company of others. No matter how foul the creatures she hunts for food, no matter the death, pain, and loneliness, she doesn't lose hope in a possible brighter day in the horizon. Ace and her planned for one with one another, and though he may not be with her anymore physically she carries him still in her heart. She can't give up their fight yet. She'll die in battle before that ever happens.
It's impossible to just stay in one place in the Angore Wastes. Predators, and violent gangs of Angore are abundant and will track your scent down if you stay in an area too long. She roams the endless expanse, her recon and scouting abilities always at play. She avoids combat as best she can due to lack of back-up and generally being outnumbered, but will fight mercilessly if she has no other option. She's gotten in scuffles over the years and lost an eye due to it. Despite the loss, she seems to not be handicapped by it and is just as skilled a marksman as ever. Her sniper rifle makes quick work of any possible threats in an area if need be, delivering a quick death. Though she'd prefer they suffer. ❞
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❝ A particular pair of Angore she's spotted has caught her eye, and they've seemed to cross paths many times over the years. Two females, a rare sight. Most are made to be slaves and breeding-stock by the male Angore. One, named Angia, is a delicate and dainty looking female. The other, Gorana, is a Femtank. A hulking beast the Angore have genetically engineered to be feral biological monstrosity, though this one seems different. Tame? . . . No. Not tame, that's too demeaning. . . Calm? If that can even be possible. . . A calm Angore. But the two of them seem to be the case. Is it a female thing? Sharon's not sure, but she makes it a habit to watch the two girls whenever she happens to come across them through her sniper scope. She's fascinated by their behavior, unlike any other Angore she's ever seen. They laugh, they smile, they play, they like flowers? She's never made contact with them, out of fear of the Femtank but she loves to watch them and has done so for years now. She hopes she can interact with them, one day, if it were only safer. Especially the Femtank. . . Sharon has taken an extreme liking to Gorana. In fact, it's more than that. She's developed a massive crush on her. Despite not ever speaking with her Sharon feels connected to her in some sense, and is attracted to her both physically and personality-wise. She's watched her interactions with Angia for so long that she feels like she knows the two of them at this point, and in a weird sense finds comfort in them. Gorana's smile warms her heart every time she sees it and she wishes she could see it every day. . .
 During Sharon's nomadic lifestyle she often salvages what she can find from recently downed spacecraft, as well as search for survivors. Though survivors are a rarity. Shipstorms are a common occurrence in the Angore Wastes, the act of the Angore regurgitating enemy ships, planets, and lifeforms from the sky on to the ground below to pile in a sick type of terraforming and expansion. Dodging Shipstorms is a feat in itself but Sharon often rushes headlong in to them to search for others. A particular duo she finds in a wreck become extremely close to her, Ceph-E and Trace-E. A fellow human and a Cephaloid, though she seems to prefer to stick to being in a human disguise all the time. Sharon's ecstatic to find another human, thinking that there is still others out there and her universe is not entirely lost. But they quickly find they are from different dimensions. . . He came from an entirely different Earth entirely. The enormity of the Angore Empire's methods is finally fully understood then. They were not special, they were just part of a process. God knows how long it's gone on, and god help us if it continues.
Ceph-E and Trace-E have survived far longer than any survivors that Sharon's come across in the past, they share a bond with one another unlike anything Sharon's ever seen. And in time she becomes a part of it, their duo becoming a trio. The three are inseparable and become extremely tight-knit relying on each other for more than survival, they all love each other deeply. They make each other laugh, and Sharon's life is now finally starting to brighten a little. Their posse has become the brightest star in the dark depths of an abyss that is the Angore homeworld. Ceph-E feels like a sister to Sharon at this point, and reminds her of her friends from high school all those years ago. They are always getting into trouble together and doing girl stuff. Ceph-E may act like an aloof kid at times, but she's essential. Her mechanical skills are a godsend, she's maintained Sharon's armor, her rifle, and even her cybernetic arm. She also modifies her weaponry often. Trace-E's got a similar rough and tumble attitude as Sharon and the two love to keep each other active and the two often challenge each other to contests frequently. Things are finally starting to strangely look up. Though they still struggle to survive every day, it's mixed inbetween moments of levity, fun, and laughs. Sharon loves her new family with all her heart, and hopes one day maybe she can even get Angia and Gorana to join them. Watching those two has given Sharon a strange hope in the Angore she never imagined she could have. Those two are different, they're peaceful. If they can be that way, maybe they all can. . . Sharon's life was turned upside down in an instant, in an unbelievable way. Maybe, some day they can work together and do the same to the Angore. A girl can dream. ❞
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Sharon Swerve
