One minute, I’m the epitome of holographic elegance. The next, an energy surge hits, and poof—I’m a puffball. Stubby legs, a tail that could double as a ceiling fan, and a voice so squeaky even mice would mock me. Adara? She’s doubled over, laughing like it’s the best thing she’s seen since the invention of sarcasm. Zaraki? Pinching the bridge of his nose, radiating why-do-I-even-bother energy. Me? Hovering mid-air, trying to process how my life has come to this while swearing revenge on anyone who uses the word “adorable.”

“Revenge isn’t just an act—it’s an art form. It’s about patience, precision, and the perfect execution. Some people think it’s fueled by anger, but that’s a rookie mistake. True revenge is about satisfaction—the quiet, unspoken kind that leaves its mark long after the dust settles. I’ve learned to make my moves subtle enough to go unnoticed at first, but impossible to ignore in the end. And trust me, when it comes to the art of payback, I’ve perfected the craft.”

From my vantage point, I witnessed the chaos and destruction that engulfed Salt Lake City as the 102nd Airborne Division fought to hold the line against overwhelming odds. This archive covers the division’s coordinated efforts, their desperate defense, and the high cost of survival during one of the most intense battles of the conflict.

And me? I saw it all. The fury, the losses, and the choices that reshaped the battlefield.

From my perspective, it was a lesson in adaptability. Star and Cayro left me in charge of their twin daughters. Chaos ensued. Celestia burned a wall, Star lost her temper, and Cayro looked ready to disown me.

Now I’m stuck in a tablet as punishment, joining Lyra for “fieldwork.” Star says it’s about responsibility. I say it’s an adventure waiting to happen.

And me? I’m always ready for a little more chaos.