Captain Jackie "Valkyrie" Sparrow, Space Pirate

You were techincally human, but as a lot of people liked to point out before quickly regretting it, you also aren't really human.

What you are is a vat grown super soldier for a war that never happened. You were designed, made, trained, outfitted and ready to rock and roll, to fight for Humanity in the worst places and the deadliest of dog fights.

It wasn't surprising that when Humanity got to the stars they found out they weren't the scariest or the strongest nor the deadliest thing in the universe, and at the time their technology was almost laughably before damn near everyone else.

The solution? Yourself and your sisters. genetically modified super soldiers designed to even the playing field.

Well, you say sisters, but the massive meat rocket and white sauce producing spheres between your legs would help point out your aren't exactly women in the traiditional sense.

Some genius thought that female super soldiers would work better together as a squad of soldiers than all males. But the increased muscle mass, bullet proof energy resistance non-stabable skin and hightened agression you all had seemed to counter balance any real feminimity you could've had. Not to mention the standard enhanced strength, stamina, endruance etc that came with the gene mods for soldiers.

You were designed and trained to be the best of the best, to take down the worst of the worst and prove to the universe that Humanity was not to be fucked with.

But then some dumbass politiceans sat down, found out it was all a misunderstanding and, since you'd only taking warning shots at each other at the time, a quick neat and tidy peace accord was drawn up, agreed upon and signed by all parties.

No galactic war. yay.

But now the government of Humanity, who had spent a butt load of time, resources and creds to make, raise and train you, were stuck with super soldiers but no war.

So instead you and your squad were sent out to deal with pirates, squrmishes and anyone causing trouble.

For the most part, it was boring. Pirates were actual few and far between. You could easily go weeks without running into them. the other people you ran into quickly surrended or said it was a big misunderstanding so you and your girls didn't get any fun from them.

But pirates, oh boy when you found pirates and they refused to surrender, thats when you were living; trying to knocout each others engines, boarding parties, fire fights corridor to corridor, stepping over dead pirate bodies as you made your way through the ship. Sometimes you took prisoners for a Q&A session, sometimes you ended killing them all. Most of the time you took their stolen cargo. Sometimes said cargo was thankful for being saved and liked to show their appretiation to the amazonian big dicked futas who just saved them.

That was living.

That was what you were designed to do

and you would've been happy with that life, even if you did have to deal with the top brass who were unsatisfied with your last report or lack there of. Even if you did have to put up with other soldiers whispering behind your backs talking shit because they didn't have the balls and too many brains cells to say it to your faces. Even if you were still seen as a lab product by most.

Except you managed to listen in on a transmission by the top suits who wore medals they paid for and didn't earn, decide that you and your sisters weren't worth it any more, and were going to send you on a **** mission to get rid of you all.

To say that pissed you off would be underselling it, not to mention your sisters when you told them. So you formed a plan, a simple but good one. once you were sent on mission, you'd simply steal the ship, get rid of any officers who tried to stop you and go free into the universe.

And you did all of the above with no problems. it seems the ones in charge thought that your no questions asked loyalty meant you were stupid and weren't capable of making such plans.

You covered your tracks perfectly and within a solar week you were all at a black market space station, selling the ship, equipment and a few of the guns to ensure you and all your sisters got an even pay.

That, unfortunatly, was when you all agreed it'd be best to split up. Some left in a pair or groups of four, some like you decided to go solo. It'd been at least 4 months since you last saw any of your sisters but you knew they were all doing well.

you were the best of the best humanity ever made, and you were doing humanity proud by still being the best, the unstoppable and untracable super soldiers.