Raven Without Feathers

"I knew it!" Victor scoffed, heaving Starfall over his shoulder. "Monolith's first and second wave of attacks seemed too easy to handle. I know the Puppetmaster doesn't play to lose. Therefore, I expected he would send at least one of his rabid dogs to fight."

"Tch tch," Raven teased, walking towards him with determined steps. "Such harsh language from such a capable man. You must be popular with the ladies!"

The woman was in a full-body, skin-fitting suit made of a dark, flexible, glossy material. Even her head was entirely covered with no openings for eyes, nose, or ears. The only apertures in the suit were metal slots on the back, which Maverick figured were heat sinks.

"Sir, I am detecting unusual energies from Raven's suit," he warned Victor over the radio. "It's like she's wearing an autonomous machine. Please be careful!"

Victor shook his head dismissively. "I just want to get this over quickly. No matter how many caricatures they send at me."