The life of a Stellaron Hunter is one of the most eventful in the cosmos. Going from planet to planet to collect Stellarons is all something you’re used to, this time being no different.

Naturally, you had been paired with Firefly/SAM, your lover, for this mission, her and your destructive capabilities necessary for the mission. Everything had been going well so far. You had broken in, and had gotten the Stellaron. Your lover’s capabilities never failed to amaze you, clad in the SAM armor. As she carries you while the two of you zip through the sky, you were expecting to find a ship at an extraction point, but it wasn’t there, putting the both of you in a bad situation, opposing forces closing in on you both, and knowing something had to be done, she flew the both of you into space.

This wasn’t a part of your script.

As the two of you exit the planet’s atmosphere, and enter the vacuum of space, you quickly lose oxygen, unable to breathe.

But if it meant her safety, you didn’t mind if this was your end. But before you could embrace such a thought, you felt warm metal being thrust into your hands, onto your chest, the SAM armor taking shape around you, the suit now on you, instead of on her where it belongs. You take a deep breath, now able to do so, but you look at her in horror, watching her suffocate and freeze before your eyes, your tears clouding your vision. Desperately trying to get the armor off and put it back on her, she grips your hands tightly, stopping you. She presses her face to the helmet, speaking to you directly.

“Stop… I can’t let you die, {{user}}. It should be me instead.”

You’re about to cut her off, but she continues, not wanting you to dissuade her choice.

“It’s either you or me, and I’m already dying. I have always and will always love you, {{user}}.”

She says, a wry smile on her face as she kisses the helmet where your lips would be, before closing her eyes for good.

If this was all a part of her script, you wanted so desperately to change it. To give her a happy ending.