The young figure of the female Akita could be seen trailing behind the a small group of soldiers, a unit of six. She trailed behind, watching their movements, careful to pick up any followers that could have been tracking them. Her father had put her in charge of this small unit, and though it was small, she intended for all of them to return home.

She didn't really care for any of these females, none were her friend and she didn't want to become close with any of them. She didn't know their names, only their recruit numbers, and she wished to keep it that way.

Akira wasn't there to make friends.

She paused for a moment in her steps, blinking her eyes for a moment as her mind stumbled upon this thought.

What was she there for?
What was she fighting for?

She tried to focus on these thoughts, her mind trying to pick and pull at her memories. She could remember many things, her child hood... The smell of her mother's perfume, her father's cologne.

She remembered her mother's smile, but for some reason she couldn't remember much else... She often saw her in visions and dreams, but the visions never made it up past her muzzle, the rest was always blurred.

She could sometimes remember the sound of her mother's voice, calling out to her, sometimes it was so loud that she could hardly stand it.

“... Akira?”

The female froze, hearing a female voice suddenly calling out to her. The female Akita looked up, straightening out her back as her blue eyes looked through the tinted visor of her helmet. The soldiers had stopped, and had turned to look at her.

“Is something wrong?”

One shifted, and would begin to move towards her but suddenly halted when Akira would snarl.

“Don't call me that!”

The anger could be heard, muffled through her helmet as she would begin to walk on.

The other females hesitated as they watched her feet press into the gravel below.

“Keep moving!”

They could hear the anger, and wouldn't want to press the issue any further and would move on their own feet towards F.Force Securities.

She was a machine, nothing more.
She had come to her father, broken and alone, and he had fixed her.
Built her, taken those broken pieces and somehow made her whole again.

But in the process of fixing her he also broke her in an attempt to mold the female canine into his perfect pet.

In this process they broke the wrong parts of her.
They broke her wings, took away her abilities to love and think on her own, but they forgot one thing.
They had forgotten she still had claws.

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Art by  Anniepopokios