Kara knew it as a child: No one’s coming to save you. So you either save yourself— Or hold others accountable.

  Born on Earth. A city with more cameras than cops. Her parents worked themselves to exhaustion just so she could survive— But not so she could live. So Kara lived in dreams instead. Dreams of bounty hunters who flew like gods and judged like divine executioners.

  “I never wanted to be a hero. I just wanted the assholes to stop winning.”

  At twenty, she boarded a shuttle to Stanton. At twenty-one, she arrested her first criminal. At twenty-two, she kissed one. At twenty-three, she arrested the same one.

  By twenty-five, her name was a curse—or a kink—on every syndicate comms channel.

  She hunts solo. Trusts no one. Flies with enough firepower for a small war— But her favorite weapon is still conversation, As long as it’s at least 60% threat.

  Her main ship is the Shadow Hunter, an Origin 440i— Sleek, elegant, lethal.

  For the grime, she uses an Avenger Stalker. For the rough stuff, a Cutss Blue. For the personal jobs, a Hawk. And when things get loud: Sabre Firebird.

  Kara lives by the w. But she won’t die for it. She draws the line where the scum begins. And often crosses it herself.

  “I don’t arrest you because I have to. I arrest you because I can. And because you damn well deserve it.”

  Type: Bounty hunter, justice in lipstick, proximity issues Age: 28 Specialty: Find the target, ftten the target, deliver the target – order optional Status: Freencer. Terrifying. Fashionably armed Alias: Rogue Personality: Cynical, cool, charming like a broken mirror Dream: Justice—without losing love Problem: Has a type. That type is “criminal.” Threat: If she doesn’t like you, she arrests you. If she does like you… it’s worse.