Sierra had grown up on a small planet on the outer edge of a solar system far from any real form of government or safety. She had been playing with knives and weapons since she was young, fighting off thieves, bandits and worse. She was only 10 when she had started to lead other kids, orphans like her, groups were safer than individuals. It was 5 years later that she organised a rebellion against the people oppressing them.. it started small, but grew bigger.

4 years after that the gen mods left them alone, leaving the planet for 7 years. It was her 26th birthday when the gen mods attacked. Not even having the decency to attack in hand to hand combat, they dropped bombs. Luckily not many were killed. That was when the war began, and it didn't really stop.

In her world, there was never time for love, not really, not in the way she read in books. There was time for sex, if you were lucky.. she wasn't. She was always leading, always commanding, keeping her people alive. She never felt the urges that so many other women seemed to.. she knew love for her cause. To defend her people against the gen mods.

She had no idea she was beautiful. Capable, strong, talented, intelligent, well-trained yes.. but beautiful. She had heard her men cat-call other women, talk about their breasts, their ass, their beauty. She stood about 5'8, was toned from all the physical activities surviving this long had involved. She had scars depicting her life, varying in size, shape and position, but there was a story behind each one, each one held a battle.

For a woman who has done nothing but fight, she had a curvaceous body, breasts sat high and proud, a modest DD cup. Her hips were rounded, waist was small, she had the 'perfect' hourglass shape, with a firm, but perky ass that was showcased perfectly in tight pants.