A Hound. Some with flowery names written on the side of the hull, others just with their identification numbers. Scarred up, beaten. Covert and Clandestine. They are all fit the same way, ready for right now fluid combat. Torps, tank and bombs. Not a lot of space inside, it is all armor and utility and insulating blast material.
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But to a Kameira it is as close as home gets. No matter what happens she will have a Hound. They got her through the shock of walking straight into bloc warfare, they got her through the Fountain war, through
6VDT-H. It is the only place where she can be alone, feel comfortable. An machine of war that became the only source of singular comfort. And is now her only real sanctuary. When you see her, it is often here. On the couch in the low-ceiling common just below the FTL relay. Using the shower that is just a few holes in the ceiling in what amounts to a closet. Or sitting in the flight chairs placed on struts out in front of a massive starfield view.
It suits her because it is her, the ship she has bonded to the best. Never had to learn how to fly it she just
did.Ready to bomb a fleet, that rush as you dive down, down, down. decloak and the bomb just ...goes. The alignment, the insane rush. Those few seconds that make the hours of waiting worth it. To see if you will live and kill, or die and fail. The ship builds to speed and the bomb bursts just behind you. But you never ever look back. Notifications scroll by like mana from heaven.
Targeted by an instacane, rounds impacting the MSE II, bang. bang. But you slide away.
Right on top of a Tengu, meters away ..waiting. The fleet decloaks and the torpedoes fly and you are already warping out as it bursts into shrapnel.
In a bubble, burning away from a gate, cloaking then maneuvering.... sliding silently 2,341m from the interceptor that slices through the electromagnetic static around you.
Drifting. At peace. Hidden away where no one can ever find you.
It is a highly specialized ship, it is a sexy ship. It, and her necklaces, are all she will ever value.
it isn't much, it isn't flashy. But something about her...