Time and bad experiences told this lady how much dangerous the life on the distant colonies can be, being borned in a large capital of a industrialized world made her unware of how unforgiving reality can be outside the safety of modern life, at first she considered herself a pacifist and quite disgusted by the heavy presence of guns in the colony , she couldn't grasp the need for so much firepower even in the hands of the civilians, to the point she got really mad at her husband when he arrived home with an old automatic rifle he won from a ranger in a poker match.
Her opinion on that old tarnished and whiskey smelling rifle changed when she first experienced a raid on the colony, marauders jumped the walls in the early hours of the night in the hope to catch the colonists unprepared, many colonies on that planet fell in disgrace by the hands of these kinds of bandits, they go from one settlement to another burning houses killing men, kidnapping women and stealing supplies. On that particular evening she was looking trhought the window facing the wall when she spotted the large group of marauders sneaking in the fields, she panicked, she was alone and her house was far from any enforcer outpost,with nowhere to hide and no chance of escape, in that moment of desperation she saw that old rifle resting on the wall and 2 fully loaded ammo clips over the table that her husband forgot to properly store, she grabed the weapon and loaded its ammo, yet she was not really trained in any way to do that she kinda knew how to operate the gun since she watched so many times her husband doing so.
Once loaded and cocked she pointed the gun to the field full of invaders and pulled the trigger closing her eyes, the rifle roared and spilled hot lead all over the place until the magazine was empty, unsuprisingly she didnt hit anyone, but she surprised the raiders, they stoped their advance and fired in the direction of her house, their crude weapons being even more imprecise than her's,now she was even more in trouble, she was in the middle of a real shootout against those raiders, she reloaded the gun with her last magazine and tried again to shoot through the window, this time with some bursts instead of spending all the ammo in a single trigger pull, she managed to make the ammo last longer this time keeping the raiders pinned in place by luck, but that was just it, she burned all her ammo and now was defenseless and cornered, in this moment with her ringing ears she heard the roar of heavy engines aproaching and more shots comming from inside the colony,her senseless shots woke the entire colony and they came on mass to defend their land, soon the raiders weren't facing a single girl with a gun anymore, they were facing a firing squad of very angry colonists with all kinds of firearms, most invaders fled in panic leaving their dead conrades behind.
After that incredibly thrilling night, her vision changed completely, he began to see all that weaponry that surrounded her in the everyday in a positive light, not as tools of opression and violence but as instruments to ensure the security, freedom and peace on that distant colony, nowadays she personally takes care of that old tarnished and whiskey smelling rifle, she carries it where she goes and practices with it frequently , specially now in her moment of greatest vulnerabilty while she carries her beloved children and future colonists, yet a little hindered by the weight of responsability, she fears not for she always have her trusty friend at her side .

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just another silly drawing with unnecessary lore for your enjoyment. c: