“Let’s dance.”
In the near future, man-eating aliens rain from the sky and corporations squeeze those who remain for every credit they can. The only ones who stand against such dire circumstances are the Samurai, brave leaders and warriors chosen by beings beyond the stars to serve as humanity’s vanguard against the alien threat. Armed with an endless arsenal of impossible technology and enough gumption to persevere against anything that blocks their path, these Samurai became living legends in the modern age. Gods among men, even.
Max Peregrine would much rather continue to be a passing face in the crowd. A whisper in the wind, or a mirage from the dust. But that doesn’t mean she isn’t going to beat the tar out of any Antithesis that comes her way.
This is a fanfiction of RavensDagger’s Stray Cat Strut, and it is highly recommended to read the original before you take this one up. I will try my best to stay within canon if possible, but no guarantees. This is also my first story, so feel free to drop any critiques along the way.
What to expect:
- A much more mellow SCS story, partially inspired by the westerns of old.
- A Samurai who isn’t particularly interested in all that fame and fanaticism that usually comes with the title.
- A start a bit later than usual. Max is still a rookie, but we’re not exactly picking it up at the very beginning of her Samurai career.
(Releases every Friday.)
