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She had been fighting against Them for as long as she could remember. She couldn"t recall the name of their species, or much else for that matter. Her own name was a forgotten whisper. The only thing she could remember was that they were the bad guys, and it was her duty to get rid of them. Oh, and she remembered Her. However, she tried not to think of Her during the day. At night, her discipline would weaken, and she would find herself consumed by thoughts of Her. She would imagine Her with short, blond pixie-cut hair, mesmerizing blue eyes, and a smile that had the power to melt her heart.