Space love · Y/n story by @Regin

The Galra base hummed with the low, electric drone of machinery. Cold light spilled from panels along the walls, casting long shadows down the corridor where two figures moved in violent symmetry.

Shiro

jaw tight, breath controlled Stand still.

???

cocking her head, voice distorted through the mask Why would I do that? This is more fun.

She circled him, steps light, almost lazy. Her blade—a curved, glowing edge—hung loosely at her side, as if the fight had already bored her.

???

tilting her mask, almost playful You’re not like the others. You read me.

Shiro

wiping a streak of sweat from his brow And you’re not like any Galra I’ve fought.

???

lowering her blade, straightening to full height No. I’m better.

She stepped forward, not to strike, but to close the distance. The mask hid everything but the glint of light where her eyes should be.