Myca is from the Planet Thuliv, a small world on the edge of the Galaxy. The planet is rather inconspicuous, being a mostly continental world with a rather cold climate. While the Flora and Fauna is similar to those in the colder climates of Earth, the population differs a bit more. It mainly consists of anthrophomorphic mammals. Not every mammal on Thuliv developed sentience, but there are still different species, like Felines and Canines. Humans however are, likely due to the climate, not found on this Plant. The specific needs and instincts of the different species lead to wildly different cultures depending on which species dominate a region.
Nations formed by Wolfs for example often have very strong social safety networks and healthcare systems, motivated by their social nature and care for their packmates

Coyotes like Myca on the other hand fill another role in Thulian society. Other than Wolves, Felines or bears, Coyotes didn't develop a particular strength for hunting or survival. They don't hunt in well coordinated packs, aren't particularly big or strong and don't have specialised teeht or jaws to break bones and sever arteries.
Instead, they aim for the left-overs and gaps lefts by other animals, relying on their adaptability and trickery to survive.

While sentient Coyotes tend to be smarter and have more autistic individuals than other species, they aren't inherently tricky or deceitful.
However during the early development ages of Thulian society, many other species observed the behaviour of feral coyotes and made assumptions about sentient coyotes based on those observations.
Coyotes were *different*. In how they approach things, in how they lived and how they *acted*. The upcoming prejudices weren't helped by the fact that many Coyotes have autism, making them appear even more alien.
Sometimes, through boredom, distrust or superstition, conspiracy theories came to life,
inspired by the way Coyotes lived their life. Other than most people, Coyotes didn't build villages or cities focus around their own species, but instead often tried to find a place in existing societies of other species, many of them doing so while avoiding being the center of attention.

Unfortunately those conspiracy theories somehow sticked around through the ages, leading to targeted racism and persecution.

When Myca was born, Thuliv was comparable to Earth in the 2015s. Different Nations with different Technological evolutions and cultures, some of them in ongoing hot or cold conflict, racism and other bigotry still being an issue. Smartphones are slowly developing, as are robots and modern weapon system such as torpedoes, ICBMs and Radars to fire at moving targets.

Things changed once the Star Empire known as Combined Zarqlan Dominions invaded Thuliv.

Myca was born as a little coyote girl, as part of a litter of three, a small, but healthy Litter.
Other than her brother and sister, Myca is autistic, which already turned into an issue quite early on. As it's usual for Coyotes, the siblings started to fight rather soon to establish a Hierachy. The smallest pup of the letter, Myca, had severe difficulties not only with social interactions, but also social instincts, and was negatively surprised by that, heavily disliking those fights. This wasn't helped by her size.

That caused her to, quite early in her development, to crawl into small spaces, like under or behind furniture, where her siblings couldn't reach her. This inclination would build the foundation as to how she picks her safe spaces.

She often took random things with her to take them apart or took things apart that were where she hid. When that, one day, was the compressor of the fridge, her father decided that the pack needs more outside time, throwing them into the garden as soon as the day began.
Myca, being rather sensitive to the Sunlight and absolutly not on board with sibling-fighting, eventually gave in to her instincts and dug a Den under a tree in their garden, to investigate the tree and hide. When the Tree started to lean dangerously close towards the house, her mother decided to intervene and got her back inside to play with mechanical models, meant for people considerably older than her, which satisfied her need for a hyper-fixation as well as her curiosity.

Soon the time for school came. With the noises and many people around, Myca had some difficulties catching up and often wrote bad marks.
This wasn't helped by the societal stance Coyote had in Thulian society or the fact that she, as autist, was perceived as *weird*.

At first, Myca retreated into herself. But soon, because of her mothers care for her interest and condition as well as a certain amount of spite, she decided to strike back. Now, given her physic and the issues coyotes were already facing, she had to use other methods.
Using Humor and Deception, she build a wall around herself.

The rest of her childhood, up until shortly before she finished the general education system with 15, was rather eventless.

While Thuliv was still divided into Nations and barely managing to send drones to the other planets in their own solar system, a species on Zarq, a planet in a nearby solar system, already managed to produce hyperdrives fast enough to reach Thuliv.

Once they arrived, they did not do so in Peace. The Combined Zarqlan Dominions is an Authoritarian Empire. And it attacked to conquer Thuliv.

Being faced with weapons further advanced than most of their own or even their theories had devastating effects on the Thulian society.
From depressions to breakdowns, anxiety and despair, a lot of psychological issues plagued the population, followed by the consequences of these emotions.
While many of the civilisation and those who deserted in face of an overwhelming foe preferred to hide or build bunkers to survive in, Myca had other plans.
Her family hid in the basement of their house, but Myca sneaked outside, sitting in the entrance of her childhood den, observing the night sky and all the fancy lights in them.
Tracer rounds almost whipping spaceships, Lasers connecting jets and korvettes for the blink of an eye, rockets propelling explosive yields towards metallic colossi, Plasma setting the sky ablaze and the lights identyfing the aircrafts to each other.
They all together painted a beautiful picture and awakened a new longing in Myca.

She wanted to see what makes those fancy lights. Wanted to see where they came from. Could she make lights like this too ? Electricity painting over an aircraft as the atoms where separated by the immense force of those weapons ?
And just how powerful can those machines get ?
How do other civilisations build their machines ?

And she set herself a new goal. Reaching for the stars and building machines just as powerful as them.

Much to Myca's luck, and anyones on Thuliv really, the United Zarqlan Dominions might be an authoritarian Empire, but they are also a xenophile one. Aiming to unite all sentient beings in the galaxy under their rule, wether they want or not.

After the few days that the invasion took, the invaders rebuild most of the damaged buildings and replaced some of it with futuristic infrastructure living up to their standard.

The new Empire Thuliv was part of now, had not only developed FTL-Drives, but also androids and advanced automated systems.
This allowed them to replace many manual jobs with robot and allow those living within their borders to focus on other things anything a robot could not or should not do.
Like research, commanding or even holding a gun. While they never watched Terminator, the idea of a machine uprising seems to be universal.

Most had a hard time adjusting to the new rulers and what it meant to life under an authoritarian government. While this was also true for Myca's pack, the adaptability Coyotes are known for, allowed them to seamlessly integrate into the new society.
They still were able to follow their dreams or adjusted them slightly.

But Myca in particular profited a lot from the new rule. When she returned to school, the climate in class was very different. With guards regularly checking on them and their teachers either being replaced with loyal teachers or being accompanied by 'superiors' ensuring their compliance, many felt repressed and were very quite during class, moving little and paying attention as to not count as deviation. A fear that wasn't founded in reality, but through a culture shock.

Myca, being sensitive to sounds, was finally able to focus on class and went from being below the average to the best in class. That did, of course, attract the attention of the teachers and the Zarqlan Overseer.

By the time Myca finished her general education, about a year after the invasion, Coyotes had gotten a certain amount of fame within the Dominions. Their adaptability to changes made them desired in many different areas.

This came handy for the triplets allowing them to pick their higher education, and consequently their careers, more freely. While Myca's brother decided to join the infantry as an officer, her sister looked into biology, researching medicine, as well as utilising flora and fauna of other planets.
Myca decided to become an engineer, more specific a weapon engineers. She hoped to reach a point where she can decide wether she wants to stick her head into a machine or eye the stars and sometimes, sometimes create things that tear apart societies like the one that tried to break her while seeding the beautiful lights she saw in the night of the invasion.

Learning at the equivalent of a university was rather eventless. Myca learned about physics and engineering, preparing her to maintain, build and repair weapon systems commonly found on space ships.
Although the high command regarded Coyotes as *useful*, the bad reputation they had stuck around and was picked up by the invaders who weren't five star admirals.

Myca was used to these conditions however and kept using tricks, humor and her sassiness to keep herself safe.

After finishing her studies with fairly good marks, Myca got a position as a weapons officer on a smaller multi-role ship tasked with reconnaissance, research and patrolling. Forming the 'backbone' of the empire, the job on this ship was rather eventless.

She maintained the weapon systems and all in all enjoyed her time on the ship, doing what she likes and admiring the stars in her free time, constructing little do-dads or optimising machines by the fraction of a promille.

Her tactic of keeping people she didn't like away was considerably easier by explaining that the machine she is working on could potentially vaporise half the ship if mishandled, greatly exaggerating the risk as to cause that, she would have to intentionally sabotage certain parts.

There was however one coworker, which didn't fall for her tricks and deception, being quite smart herself. She started a friendly competition with Myca, challenging her intellect.
The two slowly got closer and Myca for once allowed someone to peek behind her mask.
For a short while, Myca got a taste of how a deeper connection, similar like that to her mom, might look like.

That is, until she got bad news.

Several Months into her deployment, she got notified that her brother died on one of his missions, as an Empire that was attacked by the Dominions was more capable than expected.
Myca was crushed by this. She wasn't exactly the kind of person to go to the Cinema or drink with her siblings, but they were never the less very important to her.
Already struggling with the concept of death, Myca fell into a psychotic episode with dire consequences.
In a frenzy, trying to get her pain to end, she went on a quest to avenge her brother.

The fleet admiralty had serious issues when it came to accurately contributing the resources among the part of the galaxy under their control. To gain an advantage over their enemies, they run an advertisement, encouraging civilians and enlisted personal to volunteer to be moved to the corresponding front.

And Myca did exactly that.

She volunteered to be moved to a cruiser, a ship fine-tuned for battle. Rather than having just a few weapons for self-defence, the cruiser was full of weapons. Myca barely slept most of the time, working day and night, until she fell asleep. She spend every minute not busy maintaining and operating weaponry over-tuning the same.

Said 'hobby' or rather coping mechanism did lead to a few rebukes. While the weapons efficiency did improve, there were a fair amount of issues.
Myca for example managed to drastically increase the firerate of one of the ships autocannons, by simply using the casing as an alternative mean of heat dissipation, which makes repairing the weapon in a battle difficult, or by increasing the power draw by diverting energy from less important systems, such as life support, to the gun.

This dangerous behaviour ended in the last mission of this particular war. It was a huge space battle, with dozens of ships and even more loses.
During this fierce fight, a torpedo hit a critial section on the heavily damaged cruiser Myca was fighting on. A hit that would have cause a cascade like explosion, tearing the cruiser apart - would the torpedo explode. Luckily, the story didn't end here, as the torpedos detonator malfunctioned. But that didn't mean that the ship was clear, as the torpedo could still explode.
With all higher ranking officers being incapacitated, this fell into Myca's responsibility.

The torpedo hit the plasma generator, a room dedicated to superheating and electrifying matter for the ships plasma thrusters and it's plasma throwers, one of the most dangerous rooms of the ship. The immense heat and general hostility of this room during active usage would have caused any sane Weapon Officer to order an immediate retreat.
To little surprise, Myca did not do that.
She assumed that no one was willing to follow her order, so this Coyote shaped bundle of chaotic energy crawled into the crawlspace that was hit, to disarm the torpedo and repair any damages.
While she succeeded in saving the ship and allowing it to continue the fight, securing victory and a promotion to Lieutenant, being burned by plasma soon reminded her of her own mortality and the pain that brought her here in the first place.

When her wounds were treated on the infirmary, she was able to observe how the enemy flagship was hit and exploded in a huge fireball. With the pain of the burn preventing her from burying the pain of her loss and the end of those who killed her brother not delivering her the relief she was looking for, she broke down.

After the war Myca, returned to Thuliv to recover and to receive a medal and rank. She barely managed to keep her composition, but her sister, who came to congratulate, managed to look through her fassade.

Myca stayed with her for a bit, as the two finally managed to connect over this difficult situation. Her Sister gave her a bit of stability and allowed her to figure out what she needs. Among other things, it was a place where she could put her brain to rest.
And Myca decided that the best place to do so was the crawlspace close to the plasma generator. No one was stupid enough to go there and and the control lights and glowing plasma had a calming effect.

As the time passed, Myca got herself together, through regular calls with her sister and ensuring she isn't always around other people, as not only the bullying but also the movement and sounds of other weren't too good for her.

The next few months were different. Being a higher rank, she not only had more responsibilities and on occasion was included in outside missions, but also had some more benefits.
Life was kind of good and had it's moments.

But it couldn't stay like that.