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As she continued her efforts alloy plates were stripped away to reveal more and more of her scarlet body, her muscles perfectly defined and only occasionally marred with slightly paler lines, each scar a lesson she had learned through blood indian spent. As the last of her armour fell to the ground, leaving her entirely nude she squatted down by a container, her heavy cock almost touching the ground as she reached in and drew out a palm-sized device that she slipped over the fingers of one hand. Activating the device with a click it began to emit a soft hum and a bright blue light spilt forth. Slowly and with meticulous deliberation she began to run the light over every inch of her body, meticulous and practised. As the passage of blue light across her skin cleaned and more importantly, removed her natural scent, she let her body continue its task on autopilot, her eyes drifting shut as she began her mental exercises. Inside each Isiri was a flame, one that fed their strength and determined their willpower. It was easy to unleash even for the youngest and most unskilled of the Warrior-Caste, the fire granting them incredible strength, but uncontrolled it was just that. The trick Lysera knew was to see how far you could feed the flame without losing control, to access its gifts of strength and stamina while maintaining a clear mind and a tactical edge. Even for those as experienced as Lysera it could be difficult to conjure in an instant. As the warmth of the device continued to tend to her body her mind became a carefully controlled ebb and flow of power and thought. She would feed the flame with thoughts of what was to come, of the chase, the fight, the aftermath and all that that would entail, while at the same time tempering it with slow breathes, conscious reminders of her status and ability. “I am in control…” She hissed low, feeling the power swell within her, begging to be released, to chase down her prey like an animal, to savage her, to take what was rightfully hers. “I am in control…” She repeated again, thinking of her place as First, how she had gotten here through the use of her mind as much as her body and how badly things had gone for her in the past when she had failed to keep the fire from spreading throughout her being. When she eventually opened her eyes she felt reborn. Her body was pristine, a perfect Isiri specimen with strong muscles and soft breasts, her cock a little swollen between her powerful thighs, but the most significant changes were in how it felt. Free of the armour's weight and surging with power she felt as light and swift as a feather, like she could run for days and not tire, or, she thought, perform other marathon duties for days without need of a break… Setting down the small device she opened a small secure chest and drew out several personal items. First and most importantly came three pale blue spiked piercings which she affixed through existing spots up the bridge of her nose. Isiri were not very maternal creatures, not holding as much care for family and blood relations as the humans apparently did, but these had belonged to her mother, a great warrior of her time and someone who had through action, not blood, won Lysera’s respect. Next came two earrings and several smaller rings of the same pale blue college girls colour favoured by the Isiri, they had all belonged to Lysera’s former Better, a First who had herself taught Lysera much of what she now taught to others. But she had grown old and stubborn and Lysera regretted what she had inevitably been forced to do, but as she clipped the rings into her intricately braided hair she found solace that it had been the honourable thing to do. Last she pulled out a spiked Isiri shoulder pad and, uniquely a fingerless glove of human make. The former she had been wearing when she had won her first victory as Warrior-Caste, the latter had belonged to a high ranking human officer she had bested on the field and remained a trophy worth bearing to this day. The final item in the chest, a sword of pale blue that she had forged for herself, she left behind. As much as she wanted to wield it in the coming hunt, she had promised that honour to Aezera’s Lancer. When she stepped from the tent, unaware of how much time had passed, she found Aezera sat outside on the ground, still bound in her tight uncomfortable plated armour, waiting casually with her Lancer lain across her lap. She rose when she saw Lysera and a broad grin settled on her face, “Sometimes I forget just how in your prime you are, Lysera.” Aezera spoke, her eyes moving slowly up her Betters form, lingering here and there for moments at a time to drink in the sight, “You are ready?” Lysera let out a low grunt of acknowledgement, “I am. Though I think you’ll find I’m not yet in my prime.” She let a small smile touch her lips then, “Wait until I return with a broodmare worthy of a hundred Hardcore Isiri daughters thrown over my shoulder.” Aezera let out a laugh and nodded once in concession, holding out her Lancer, a double-bladed spear, each end a duel tip of the same pale blue material that was now interwoven throughout Lysera’s outfit, “I look forward to seeing that, Better. Is there anything you would like done in your stead?” Lysera thought for a moment before answering, remembering the cowardice that the curiously built redhead had shown, “Take a turn with the red-haired one's ass, I want to be able to fuck her myself should the urge arise.” “As you say, Lysera.” Aezera said formally, though Lysera could sense her eagerness, “And be wary of the sands.” Lysera nodded once, accepting her advice and the two traded a strong warriors grip before parting ways, Aezera going to see to the running of the camp, Lysera letting her bare feet carry her towards the site of their ambush. She walked with purpose, feeling the sand blowing around her ankles as she retread her steps, finding the blind from where they had launched their ambush on the unsuspecting unit of marines. They had been, as the red-haired one had said, scouting out a potential colony site, but their dropship had been picked up by the Isiri’s NCS sensor network and the nearest contestable force, Lysera’s, dispatched. As she stepped down to the road on which the humans had travelled she became extremely cautious with the placement of her feet, careful not to scuff any of the multiple tracks that crisscrossed the area as she started to look around, just in case they turned out to be relevant. The going was difficult at first since many of the original tracks had been disturbed in the aftermath as wounded and dead humans both had been dragged clear, but it didn’t take long until she came across what she was hoping to find, Isiri blood. Despite how little Isiri blood lay on the battlefield compared to what had been spilt from their foe, her sense of smell and keen eyes had helped to find a distinctive too-deep crimson streak soaked into the sand and partially covered. "And why not? 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