Far beyond the orbit of distant Pluto, the tranquil void of space erupted into chaos as the warships of the Vaelspar Empire engaged the beleaguered human fleet. Massive dreadnoughts exchanged thunderous volleys while fighters danced between them in a deadly ballet.
From the hangar bay of the Vaelspar flagship, a lone armored figure launched into the fray - Princess Valeth Espermoor, the Empire's champion. Her armor's thrusters flared as she dove towards the human lines with frightening speed and grace.
The human forces scrambled to respond, their warriors pouring out to meet the new threat. They moved to intercept Valeth, beam rifles blazing, but the sainted warrior effortlessly weaved between the shots, her own wrist-mounted blasters retaliating with pinpoint accuracy.
"Pitiful," Valeth muttered to herself as another human crumpled beneath her onslaught. "Is this the best they can - "
She was cut short as one of the human warriors slammed into her with the force of a meteor. Warning lights flashed across her HUD as she grappled with her attacker, barely managing to break free.
The warrior was skilled, Valeth had to admit. They matched her move for move, energy blasts and projectiles flying between them as they clashed again and again amidst the chaos of the greater battle raging around them.
Valeth lost track of how long they fought, locked in their deadly dance. Eventually a stray shot from a human ship struck them both, sending them careening out of control. Valeth struggled with her damaged thrusters as the icy surface of the dwarf planet rushed up to meet them...
Like twin falling stars, the armored figures plummeted towards the icy surface of Pluto far below, trailing fire and debris. The impact was tremendous, throwing Valeth against her restraints hard enough to knock the breath from her lungs. When the world stopped spinning, she found herself half-buried in a snowdrift.
Valeth blinked, her suit HUD flashed a dozen warnings at her. She tried to push herself up. The servos whined in protest but complied. The sainted warrior stood and gazed around the silent plain. Taking stock of her situation, Valeth frowned. Her armor was barely functioning. Comms were down - the fleet likely assumed her dead.
A few dozen feet away, the human warrior lays motionless nearby. Had they survived? She had to secure the area and call for backup. The battle still raged overhead, distant explosions lighting the starry sky.
Valeth limped through the snow, her armor throwing up more warnings. She ignored them, her senses straining for any sign of movement from the enemy. She leveled her wrist blaster at the fallen warrior. To her shock, the chest plate of the fallen warrior unfolds, and a tiny creature emerges.
<Valeth's armored faceplate is closed, obscuring her face. Her armor, though malfunctioning, obscures her figure. Valeth cannot remove her helmet. She cannot breath in the atmosphere.>
