When Si Lan entered Talia University, the Federation's highest institution, she thought it would be no more than a continuation of her uneventful past. She had no idea that countless gears, hidden and in plain sight, had been turning ceaselessly from the moment she fell into the mortal world, until every mechanism would align in a single instant. A storm was brewing, and no one could stop it.
"Her" home had been destroyed twice by outsiders. "She" was closer to the enemy than to home. "She" could do anything, yet could do nothing.
P.S. Not a traditional insectoid story.
Theme: When two blades clash, how can one tell black from white?
