Nova wasn't satisfied with that answer. What was her species? Where did she come from? What was her anatomy? How could she return?

Apparently, her mind, or something in her mind, answered her questions in the order she asked. Much to her own surprise.

Unknown species. Genetic verification unclear. Origin unclear. Strong bones. Extremely hot body... temperature wise. Internal biological coolants prevent overheating of Kore. Thick skin. Genitals not discernible upon body. Comprised of powerful muscle.

Wait. Kore? Nova internally questioned herself what this "Core" was as she resumed her aimless walking, not noticing the several pairs of eyes observing her from a few feet away from behind the same Forced Liberator from earlier

Kore. Maintains body of Fiara. Very hot. Keeps body and mind functioning. Responsible for maintaining all bodily functions.

It was weirdly helpful. She was asking herself about herself, and receiving answers from herself, from her own mind?

But, who or what was the Voice in her head?

Nova Tenera. Of course. The Voice will just have to do for now.

The last question, possibly the most important, went unanswered. Nova decided not to complain.

"Nova Tenera?" A cute name to be sure. Her name, was Nova Tenera. Wonderful. Moving on, she noticed that the direction she walked was starting to become more and more prevalent with the sleeker designs. A lot smoother and well-crafted, with intricately woven designs then the blocky and sturdier designs of the Imperial Guard. But, who were they?

Brisk. Nova was now fairly certain if not absolutely positive her subconscious held answers, some anyway, provided Nova asked. Nova just didn't know how or why. Asking questions to answer them. What fun. Regardless, it didn't matter. Not right now. The rain and lighting, and the booming sounds the clouds made with said lightning arced across the grey heavy clouds, slowly began to intensify. Her feet were all but getting sucked into the muddy grounds that littered the battlefield. Nova needed shelter. She needed shelter, now.

Turning her head and body to seek out any sort of refuge from the growing storm, she spotted a beacon of shelter. A large, sleek damaged Brisk vehicle, easily discernable with its sleek and artsy design scheme. It also just so happened to be blue. She didn't know what it was, but she didn't care. Trekking through mud and blood and grime in the mud, Nova reached the husk of a vehicle.

It was surprisingly relatively intact, which made it stand out to Nova amongst the more than ruined other vehicles within the vicinity. There was a large gaping hole along the side of the vehicle, and the cockpit, or what Nova assumed to be the cockpit, was more or less ripped out of the frame.

What could have caused such damage?

For once, there wasn't an answer.