Beneath the grand city of Aureana, the planet's capitol that had only just survived an apocalyptic war, was a cancer. And like a cancer, it was nestled deep and coopted the resources around it. Underneath the ancient hewn stone and the rising frames of tall buildings under construction heralding the city's restoration was a place as ugly as Auereana was spectacular. A place of cold, dirty metal floors with forests of pipes and cabling. At its heart, the same force that had once burned solar systems now quietly festered in darkness.

Edgar Venosa, appointed Paragon of science and technology, stood bent-backed with age in a nearly pitch black room colder than a tomb in winter. Normally all that could be heard was a deep, omnipresent hum from the banks of machines surrounding him with the occasion hiss of air escaping valves. That night was different. Loud clashes echoed as bladed whips crackling with energy tore through armor and flesh alike. Venosa's new champion spun and kicked through multiple assailants all at least twice her size. Melee weapons hadn't been allowed to reach her while gunfire was dodged so proficiently, barely anything needed to be absorbed by her shielding.

The rabbit named Velvet was once a dancer, an entertainer, a daughter, a sister, and a dreamer. Now her incredibly toned body tense with agile power served a vicious network of tainted minds that had seized her will and made it their own. Now she was the most advanced reaper ever made, a living weapon who acted without hesitation or remorse in service to the Revenant. She was wrapped in a black chameleonic skinsuit with metal along her spine and ribs like some sort of jagged parasite clinging to her. Long blade-tipped metal whips extending from her arms spun around her, slashing and piercing the Revenant drones before they could get close to her. She wrapped the whip around the neck of the last cyborg hulk and dragged it to its knees. In one motion she delivered a powerful disruptor field enhanced kick to the torso while wrenching the whip back into her arm decapitating it.

The platform they stood on surrounded a massive cylindrical tank. Beyond the glass was swirling black liquid with something that looked like a canid skull in the back. Venosa turned to it with a sick grin as the last attacker's body crashed to the floor, clearly satisfied with the performance of his masterpiece. After long moments of silence an oscilloscope set into a panel at the side of the capsule spiked. The sound that emerged was like a distant hissing whisper filtered through tortured circuits and grinding gears. "Very good. Even under the network's control her every move is instinctive perfection. Death delivered as a sensual artform." The assassin stood impassively, doing and feeling nothing until the command to become a killer would inevitably come again and again.
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A follow-up from Kitfox Crimson, Velvet post-conversion is now a deadly assassin. Every part of her is designed for lethality. Once given a target, almost nothing can stop her. I love how he did her lash whips which were supposed to be evocative of centipedes. Centipedes terrify the hell out of most people so it makes her very imposing. She's meant to be a very sympathetic antagonist despite being one of the deadliest threats to the protagonists. Her visual contradictions also reflect this like the smooth skinsuit and jagged, deadly metal as well or the attractive and the unnerving. Thanks for helping with the darker side of my setting.

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