Mira got Eve as far as accepting the Saiyaran Crown, but traveling to the other eight planets for diplomatic ceremonies—let alone representing peace and prosperity across Galaxies.
Eve, accustomed to wandering desert moons unclothed on uncharted planets, found royal formalities almost absurd. Crowns, robes, and carved thrones were a far cry from running barefoot through sandstorms or later… or raiding clubs, bars, hotels, alien facilities and caves hunting her bounties.
Yet these delegations changed her. Walking palace corridors and sitting at negotiation tables helped her humanize more.
She began slipping out of gilded halls to mingle in bustling markets and colorful bazaars, discovering a life where people no longer feared her was a new chapter. Because her legend always preceded her, she was a ghost, a myth, shadow worlds knew her well, but a fairy tale to the common perception. Being accepted was a relief.
Generations passed, responsibility of Eve's caretaker passed on to Mira's daughter Sauna, then her daughter and so on.
During this period, her reputation exploded across star systems. Eve became a household name. On Saiyara, her story was taught in school curricula. Holographic novels, poems, and theatrical performances featured her exploits. Posters of her commanding blue-eyed gaze adorned city walls, calendars, museum wings displayed statues of her in poised reverence—her image was inescapable.
As stories of the warrior spread, so did whispers of her beauty. Eve became a teenage dream. High schoolers, college boys—everyone was obsessed. "She walked naked for years—where the hell was I, man?" they'd joke. Girls, too, were captivated—her style, her poise, the way she wore power like a second skin. Her outfits became iconic, inspiring cosplays, fashion shows, and viral trends across Andromedan solar systems.
To add to her mythology, her alien genes had begun to stir. Now she had a form for every habitat. For every planet she visited, every species she met, there was a reflection, an aura. A perfect queen countenance. It even manifested to her human form. Her normal hair color was bluish white, but now they changed colors. Even her eyes changed to brown, green and colors never seen before… like a galactic dance.
As if to tell every species she met, here in my genes lies royalty and I am your queen. That's why the love of start for her was multi-galactic. She was popular because, all of them could see a likeness in her. The humans, the aliens, and the machines.
It was like a cosmic frequency or something, planets just hummed to her and as a result, her physical appearance was transformed to the natives, only in part or silhouettes. Like stars recognize her. So she wouldn't completely transform into aliens she met, but glimpses approximating them. She knew she had alien genes, she didn't, of how many species.
She had a form for every habitat. For every planet she visited, every species she met, there was a reflection, an aura. A perfect queen countenance. It even manifested to her human form. Her normal hair color was bluish white, but now they changed colors. Even her eyes changed to brown, green and colors never seen before… like a galactic dance.
That's why the love of start for her was multi-galactic. She was popular because, all of them could see a likeness in her. The humans, the aliens, and the machines too.
She was a walking repository of all the amazing aliens. Her alien looks didn't make her strange, only beautified, glorified. They elevated her facade. Humans thought she was the most beautiful woman, now aliens thought the same in the alien verse.
Eve had become a symbol of hope: a silent guardian turned explosive legend.
She eventually learned to control her appearance and suppress or enhance these transformations at will. Mostly she didn't. She learned, her genes had instincts like her mind, and the heuristic transformations were never disagreeable.
Her body, her skin knew her more than her own mind. She trust her genetic make up, like she trusted her cybernetic architectural design. She often wondered if this sudden awakening of genes had to do something with Synthia's last fragment… somehow activating her genes in addition to giving her memories.
For all she cared… it facilitated her social skills, now she had to less with her voice and more with her looks. The only worse part of this delegation work was not seeing her squad. They had to fill in the action in her absence.
During those intense 200 years of diplomatic missions, countless delegations, all she longed for… was to return to a true purpose she can call home. Exploring cosmos and rekindle her warrior spirit to rid Andromedans of menaces that had their growth from matching other galaxies.
A fanship of millions at a time, such a stark difference from always being on the run and on the hunt. She was there to protect others but after seeing her successes, the Intergalactic Committee and Andromeda Security Council, and Eve people were worried about her safety. It should have been the other way around.
She knew it was wrong. So she presented herself to the ASC that her public presence comes at the cost of her resuming explorations and front line missions. While diplomatic efforts were reaping results in establishing peace between the civilizations, the threat underneath, like that of Thelarians and many other factions who just mean to bring chaos and destruction, needed a matching set. Eve was that set.
The council agreed. No one could deny her that.
The Delegatory missions became intermittent. One week she was kicking ass. The other, sitting in front of countless people wearing a crown.