The forward hatch of the hovering armored vehicle opens
with a loud metal thud, displacing a smidgen
of its peroka camouflage, as the occupant -
a warrior of the Thula Triumvirate
cautiously pokes her head up
to survey the damage of yet another Plusodian battle.

The commdev welded throughout her helmet
flashes blue and orange, crackling with the tinny voices
of friendly units still trying to catch up.
Mauve lipstick and heavy mascara are deceiving however,
for she snaps a command as if a 250 kroma prison guard;
"Recharge the weapons,
we're not waiting for the others!"

Below pixie haircut, a sneer moves across her face
in anticipation of the battle yet to come,
and if not for the setting and uniform,
she might easily be mistaken for a Vaudeville dancer;
a current form of entertainment on a small blue planet
in a neighboring star system.


© 1991

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09/10/2015

Author's Note: This one screams for a drawing or painting if anyone is interested.

Posted on 09/10/2015
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