For a woman to fight, she must be right.
She's taller, tan and her abs are tight.
Her ass is thick, her boobs are huge,
But on her tall frame they're the right size to use.
She has a blue ponytail, her face is sweet,
Her personality is hard to beat.
She's an awkward tomboy, but needy deep down,
Thick-skinned, bloodthirsty, when others are around.
Secretly a pessimist, expressing as mean,
But loves romance when I set the scene.
She learns piloting spacecraft, beginner's, advanced,
With acrobatics she wears different pants,
Combat, medical, melee weapon twice,
With diplomacy training she'll learn to be nice.
Stealth and close quarters in her education,
And we will be living in Ascard Station.
She has a 2-handed weapon and a launcher of grenades,
a bayonet, suppressor, and power upgrade.
A medical kit and a pocket A.I.,
And a survival kit so she doesn't die.
She wears a stealth-suit with a built-in shield,
Important for survival on the battlefield.
When she's off work she prefers the attention,
She loves to wear cosplay at every convention.
Our ride is a Fighter, our pals the Marines,
Together we'll achieve all our dreams!
Our dreams being a heist of some data unknown,
An orbital assault of both lifeform and drone,
Diplomacy training will help evacuees,
As for [redacted] the latter of these,
Becoming the Borg sounds like a bad plan,
But I enjoyed the ending of "The Lawnmower Man".