A Distress Signal?

Sophie grimaced in pain as the memories of being burnt alive and then blowing up into tiny pieces of bloody flesh flowed into her mind.

The intense memory was so strong that she unconsciously glanced at her arms to make sure that her skin wasn't charred. 

"Damn… those sadistic bitches could have definitely activated the bomb sooner," Sophie growled darkly.

Perhaps this was a fatal flaw of the 'Rsychosis' technique because while it was true that the clones created from this technique would gain a significant portion of her strength…

Evidentially they would also inherit her nasty personality quirks as well.

The enormous red sun hung high above the sky as the temperature on the desert planet rose to an uncomfortable degree.

Sophie was forced to constantly wipe the sweat that was forming on her brow due to the intense heat.