The Interstellar Painter

Other people need guns to kill. I kill with paintings! Other people need medicine to save lives. I save lives with paintings! Her father is dead, her family destroyed, and she is exiled to a penal planet. A reborn little girl sets out on a brutal path of revenge. What? Her enemies have a mech squad and a psychic master protecting them, with a Level Three civilization backing them up? No problem. I can channel my powers through my paintings. If I make you go mad, then mad you’ll go. And once you’re mad, you die.