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My name is Lana. I am... A protector. To put it gently.

To put it less gently, I am a half venetian, half human warrior who must protect the planet from monsters and criminals around the solar system.

I go to West ridge high school. I'm in the 11th grade. No one there knows about what I am. Except the principal, mr. Andrews. He knows. Because he's the one responsible for making sure I do my job. My mom calls him a dirty government agent but I don't think so, he's very nice. Oh yeah! My mom is a full venetian. She came to Earth 23 years ago with the intent of helping protect the planet. Then she fell in love with another government agent, but he only had a desk job.

Well, at first. He was asked to watch my mom. The government was suspicious of her. He came to love her though. And then I was born somehow. And the agency... Didn't really like that. He was fired, but then it became clear to them just why my mom came to Earth. A monster from one of Phobos, one of the moons of mars, was discovered within the city sewers, feeding on workers and rats. It attacked the agency's building and they were almost wiped out. My mom wanted to move far away with my father and I but my father had a sense of justice. He insisted they save people, even if those people hated them. The Phobian killed my father after he managed to stab it in the eye...

That was enough for my mom and the agents to kill it, and the defense force was established after. The agency decided to train me, after my 5th birthday. They taught me how to use guns and swords, how to sneak around, and hand to hand combat. I've found my fighting skills have helped me defend the weak in school, but in actual combat with a death beast from Europa, a hay maker won't do much. That's where my mom came in. She taught me how to focus the energy of the planet into my body and use it as a focused weapon. I can totally make energy swords.

Don't get me wrong here, I love protecting people and making my dad's goal of protecting this city a reality, but... Sometimes I get sick of fighting. I mean, I'm sixteen years old! I like reading comic books, playing video games, posting in online forums, writing fan fiction about my favorite things, and texting my friends! I don't like getting my ass handed to me on a daily basis by monsters from beyond the asteroid belt.

There are a lot of them by the way. And it's mercury's fault. They really really want Earth, so they're paying the other planets to send them monsters that they can send to Earth. Venus and Mars don't really like this but can only do so little to help, considering my fellow Earthlings don't trust the Venetians and Martians at all. Idiots. But ... I can only continue fighting. Helping the people who hate me.

Oh yeah, I should probably mention. So that people don't recognize me when I'm fighting I take on a more venetian appearance. Green skin, buggy pink eyes, antenna, the whole deal. Oh and claws. I have to admit the claws are cool. I can't wear my glasses when I fight though. Which kind of sucks. It's so hard to see everything when I fight.

Well, enough pouting, frozen at the bottom of this crater in the middle of south street. I have a Plutonian frost beast to beat the shit out of for going on a rampage in the market district. Then I'm gonna have a little talk with his little Mercurian handler atop the lookout building. And then I'm going to go home and hug my mom. I really need a hug.

THE END

Description
My name is Lana. I am... A protector. To put it gently.

To put it less gently, I am a half venetian, half human warrior who must protect the planet from monsters and criminals around the solar system.

I go to West ridge high school. I'm in the 11th grade. No one there knows about what I am. Except the principal, mr. Andrews. He knows. Because he's the one responsible for making sure I do my job. My mom calls him a dirty government agent but I don't think so, he's very nice. Oh yeah! My mom is a full venetian. She came to Earth 23 years ago with the intent of helping protect the planet. Then she fell in love with another government agent, but he only had a desk job.

Well, at first. He was asked to watch my mom. The government was suspicious of her. He came to love her though. And then I was born somehow. And the agency... Didn't really like that. He was fired, but then it became clear to them just why my mom came to Earth. A monster from one of Phobos, one of the moons of mars, was discovered within the city sewers, feeding on workers and rats. It attacked the agency's building and they were almost wiped out. My mom wanted to move far away with my father and I but my father had a sense of justice. He insisted they save people, even if those people hated them. The Phobian killed my father after he managed to stab it in the eye...

That was enough for my mom and the agents to kill it, and the defense force was established after. The agency decided to train me, after my 5th birthday. They taught me how to use guns and swords, how to sneak around, and hand to hand combat. I've found my fighting skills have helped me defend the weak in school, but in actual combat with a death beast from Europa, a hay maker won't do much. That's where my mom came in. She taught me how to focus the energy of the planet into my body and use it as a focused weapon. I can totally make energy swords.

Don't get me wrong here, I love protecting people and making my dad's goal of protecting this city a reality, but... Sometimes I get sick of fighting. I mean, I'm sixteen years old! I like reading comic books, playing video games, posting in online forums, writing fan fiction about my favorite things, and texting my friends! I don't like getting my ass handed to me on a daily basis by monsters from beyond the asteroid belt.

There are a lot of them by the way. And it's mercury's fault. They really really want Earth, so they're paying the other planets to send them monsters that they can send to Earth. Venus and Mars don't really like this but can only do so little to help, considering my fellow Earthlings don't trust the Venetians and Martians at all. Idiots. But ... I can only continue fighting. Helping the people who hate me.

Oh yeah, I should probably mention. So that people don't recognize me when I'm fighting I take on a more venetian appearance. Green skin, buggy pink eyes, antenna, the whole deal. Oh and claws. I have to admit the claws are cool. I can't wear my glasses when I fight though. Which kind of sucks. It's so hard to see everything when I fight.

Well, enough pouting, frozen at the bottom of this crater in the middle of south street. I have a Plutonian frost beast to beat the shit out of for going on a rampage in the market district. Then I'm gonna have a little talk with his little Mercurian handler atop the lookout building. And then I'm going to go home and hug my mom. I really need a hug.

THE END