A girl about seventeen years of age moved through the shadows of the back alleys of the ruined city, security drones surveilling the streets for rebel scum. Her fur hood covering her face, she made her way into a nearby tavern. Compared to all the other monsters and humans left in the broken world, she had to be the most casted out but also the most wanted. She took a seat in the back, her white hair covering the right side of her face, her left red eye shining brightly. Her hair was at chin length and was decently kept, the hoodie she wore an old faded blue color with a fur cream colored hood. A thick belt wrapped around her abdomen, ripped and repaired jeans with combat boots to finish off her attire. She called for a waiter with a lift of her hand, her skeleton fingers and wrist visible. Her other hand was similar, but her arm was nothing but bone. The girl touched a golden heart locket she wore around her neck, thinking of her parents and the ones she had to leave behind. She had hoped to enjoy her moment of peace when three figures approached her from a nearby table, each taking a seat across from her.

“So…” the one started, a big cyborg man, started. His buzz cut hair and replaced body parts indicating that he was apart of the war or a survivor of the purge.

“Are you the one they call Karma?” another asked, finishing his friends’ sentence. The second one was scrawny and underweight, his feline claws and grey and black spotted fur covered by a shawl and some extra cloths that seemed to be loosely sewn together. The third one was reptilian for the most part, but she also had lizard like features. Her scales were an off blueish white, short spines jutting out of the back of her head, fins near her ears, gills on her neck and claws that could cut threw steel. She wore a dress with a cape draped over her shoulders. Her tail swishing back and forth in anticipation.

“Yes… I am Karma.” The girl responded, keeping her voice down and watching the eyes of the other patrons.

“It is an honor to meet you! We have been looking everywhere for you and the rebellion!” the feline said excitedly, trying to keep his voice down.

“Oh really? Then please tell me, why do you want to join the rebellion?” Karma asked, crossing her arms, making sure her bones were hidden.

“We want revenge.” The reptilian answered. The other two nodded. Karma considered this.

“Why do you want revenge?” Karma asked, her voice sending shivers down their spines. The three hesitated to continue, but the cyborg broke the silence.

“Our families were killed by The Mandate, we have nothing left…” the other two nodded in agreement.

“So what of it?” Karma responded harshly, the three sat still, no words escaping them.

“I watched my mother die, my father in critical condition, my uncle missing and my grandfather against me. I had to kill my brother because he got infected by the plague, I had to leave my family to save their lives and now here I am, running a rebellion that should have been killed off twenty years ago. So don’t you dare say that that is a good excuse for justice.” Karma hissed, her covered eye glowing a florescent blue color.

“Please Karma… we know what your parents did for the human and monster races, we heard about the accident, and what happened to us was just icing to top the cake. We want to be a part of this… so please… give us a chance?” The cyborg pleaded, the others with the same hope in their eyes. Karma sighed heavily.

“Fine, but one slip up and you’re out.” Karma stood, the others following her like lost puppies.

“What are your names anyway?” Karma asked, putting her hood back up.

“I’m Ace.” The cyborg answered.

“The feline is Caoi and the reptilian is Evanna.” The four of them walked outside, checking the streets for security drones.

“Well, Ace, Caoi, Evanna…” a robotic security automata stepped out from behind Karma, her not seeming to care as it scanned her.

“Welcome to the rebellion.” She said as her covered eye exploded with florescent blue light, the energy so powerful it moved her hair away from her face to show that her left side was all bone and no flesh. She used the magic bestowed upon her to summon a hand gun that looked to show no real promise. But as she aimed and pulled the trigger, the automata became nothing but scraps, the same plasma ray shot out of her gun the same color as her glowing eye. Karma laughed at the sight of the decimated automata, her eye ceasing to glow.

“Get dunked on motherfucker.” She laughed in hysteria, her gun becoming nothing in an instant.