Overview

This is a story about someone who is just a "normal" college girl. Well, maybe not "completely normal."... It's not like she is the most powerful living weapon ever created... It's not like she carries what is effectively a nuclear weapon in the holster she wears... It's not like she is an Evil Galactic Overlord... Or is it? I always knew my birth parents had to be complete assholes; why else would they name me something horrible like Vladimira Darkness. Now that I am in college, I go by the nickname Mira. Then, a bunch of these heavily armed men-in-black types showed up and made me come with them. First in a Humvee, then a Blackhawk helicopter, and then a fricking spacecraft. It turns out that my birth mother didn't die when I was a child. She only died a few days ago. I was told I needed to be there for the reading of her will. Wearing all black for the reading of the will almost made sense. That it was heavy leather armor was a bit unexpected. Then, I was given the traditional family sidearm pistol to wear. Only this was a weapon made just for me. I was apparently the product of hundreds of generations of bioengineering to be someone who could use the weapon. It had a dial with settings from 1.0 to 3.0, and 2.0 was described as "explode dinosaurs.'' Why in hell would I need what was almost a handheld nuclear weapon? It seems that mothers official title was "The Lord of Darkness" and that the succession would be the first, possibly the last, time I get to meet some of my siblings.