Thread: From The Stars (Collector x Yenpointfive)

Ashling stood among the wreckage and corpses of the soldiers that had attacked her. She wasn't entirely sure why they'd attacked, but she'd defended herself appropriately and the field of twisted metal and corpses was the result of her work. Her current theories about why she was under assault were that she'd entered restricted airspace when her ship crashed or that the government of the country she'd landed on had an interest in extraterrestrial life. The latter seemed somewhat unlikely since records showed that her people had had no direct contact with the planet at any point in the past, though she couldn't rule out the possibility that the governing body of the area she'd landed in had an interest in contacting or capturing alien life. This time, the latter seemed more likely due to the fact that soldiers had been sent after her. Ashling stood at an even seven feet when at her fullest height, but her body was designed so that she could move on her hands and feet just as well as, if not better than she could standing on two legs. She aesthetically resembled a seven foot-tall humanoid wolf with dark gray fur and blue eyes, and while she shared some genetic features with the wolves of Earth, the similarities were minor at best. She wore a dark red jumpsuit with black markings on the shoulders and chest, denoting her military rank, but the markings did not correlate to any used by the Earth's military. Besides her unusual appearance, one other thing stood out about Ashling her right arm, which was entirely cybernetic. The wolf had managed to defend her downed fighter with a good degree of success, though her personal shield had been pierced by a few stray bullets, one of which was currently lodged in her gut. She was in the process of scavenging the wreckage of her fighter for a medkit at the moment, now that there seemed to be a lull in the fighting. Ashling had been fortunate to crash atop a hill it had made it easy to spot hostile forces coming from all directions and the high ground had given her an easier shot at the advancing hostile forces. They had started out with infantry, but had soon graduated to longer-distance attacks and even a few tanks and helicopters when it became apparent that footsoldiers would not be enough. Many soldiers lay dead or dying on the hill and the twisted, burning wreckage of the tanks and helicopters lay where they had exploded or crashed. Ashling had only two weapons to defend herself since she hadn't been expecting to fight on the ground, both of which were standard kit for emergency landings. The first was a composite bow equipped with a psionic focus that allowed her to create psionic arrows with a number of useful effects ranging from creating an explosion on impact to disintegrating her target. The arrows themselves were comprised of pure psionic energy, so she only had to worry about exhausting herself rather than running out of ammunition. Thankfully, the psionic focus was a high-quality one, so it required little to no effort to create an arrow and select an effect for it. The other weapon was actually a paired set of items a bastard sword and a shield. Again, both had integrated psionic focuses that allowed her to easily cleave through most metal with her sword like it was paper and block up to light artillery with her shield without harming herself. The bow was presently resting in a collapsed state on the seat beside her as she scoured the cockpit for the medkit, which had either been knocked loose or destroyed in the crash, while the five foot sword and kite shield rested against the body of her fighter outside. The shield was emblazoned with an emblem of a black, clawed hand grasping a steel gray sword over a red field. The same emblem could be seen on either side of Ashling's fighter, though the red paint that covered most of the craft served as the red field.