Miss Blonde
Trying to be straight in a crooked Galaxy
[member="Geneviève Lasedri"] [member="Solan Charr"]
Planet: Arcadia N-30
Location: Automotive Parts Warehouse
Time: 0135
Humans are fragile creatures believe it or not. We can spend hours at the gym, hone our bodies as living weapons, and do amazing things. But yet a little ball of lead no bigger than half an inch can kill us, a fall from thirty feet could kill us, hell even a hit from an incoming speeder going twenty can kill us. And all those gym hours you logged, those martial arts classes, all for nothing. We as humans for the most part like to think we are tough and can handle most things. But again in reality, we all have our breaking point. Both physically and psychologically, send enough pain to our brains and we will do what it takes for it to stop. It's a reaction of self preservation since our species first crawled out of our caves and into the light. But this isn't a story about the fragility of mankind and our breaking point, this is a story about a slutty blonde agent, a guy with the sex appeal of a puppy, and an asexual sociopath who really needed to get laid.
WHAM!!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?app=desktop&persist_app=1&v=g4dp3pGaXqo
The sound of knuckles being racked against flesh echoed out into the empty spaced of the automotive warehouse and blood splattering on concrete floors. Recovering from the hit a bronze skinned man in a now bloody white suit that simply reeked of smoke was taking a pounding. He looked to be in his late thirties and had an athletic build to him, his cheek length black hair stuck to his face in sweaty black tosses and it too stunk of smoke. His emerald green eyes shot up as another punch was delivered to his face by a tiny pale fist. His head rocked back and he coughed a bit of blood and spat out a tooth.
Hugo Estrada was the most well known slaver on Arcadia and he had bought and sold lives like candy, he was scum to shorten things up for our current readers. And this scum was finally getting what was coming to him. Another punch found itself across his nose and the world span for the man as blood began to run down a freshly broken nose.
"I'm only going to ask one more time Estrada, then I'm going to let my friend here have a go at you. And let's get one thing straight this isn't good cop bad cop, this is bad cop worse cop. And right now I'm the least threatening person here. Where are the slaves?" Field agent Patricia Susan Garter gave a little growl and punched the man swiftly in the gut.
Estrada buckled in his crappy office chair and coughed. Patricia took a little satisfaction in seeing that. She took a few steps over to the right and sat down on a length of rollers. She wore a tight red dress and had her hair down in straight golden perfection. She looked over to her friends and by friends she meant the Solan Charr and Gen, the two people who were pretty much were terrible at working together in the sense of coming together as a team. So Patricia ushered the two of them forward in a mocking gesture that symbolized "go ahead, take a few swings." Patricia sat back on the rollers and smiled kicking her feet a bit.
"Fuck you pigs, I'm not saying crap." Hugo said with a bit of distaste to his new friends
Planet: Arcadia N-30
Location: Automotive Parts Warehouse
Time: 0135
Humans are fragile creatures believe it or not. We can spend hours at the gym, hone our bodies as living weapons, and do amazing things. But yet a little ball of lead no bigger than half an inch can kill us, a fall from thirty feet could kill us, hell even a hit from an incoming speeder going twenty can kill us. And all those gym hours you logged, those martial arts classes, all for nothing. We as humans for the most part like to think we are tough and can handle most things. But again in reality, we all have our breaking point. Both physically and psychologically, send enough pain to our brains and we will do what it takes for it to stop. It's a reaction of self preservation since our species first crawled out of our caves and into the light. But this isn't a story about the fragility of mankind and our breaking point, this is a story about a slutty blonde agent, a guy with the sex appeal of a puppy, and an asexual sociopath who really needed to get laid.
WHAM!!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?app=desktop&persist_app=1&v=g4dp3pGaXqo
The sound of knuckles being racked against flesh echoed out into the empty spaced of the automotive warehouse and blood splattering on concrete floors. Recovering from the hit a bronze skinned man in a now bloody white suit that simply reeked of smoke was taking a pounding. He looked to be in his late thirties and had an athletic build to him, his cheek length black hair stuck to his face in sweaty black tosses and it too stunk of smoke. His emerald green eyes shot up as another punch was delivered to his face by a tiny pale fist. His head rocked back and he coughed a bit of blood and spat out a tooth.
Hugo Estrada was the most well known slaver on Arcadia and he had bought and sold lives like candy, he was scum to shorten things up for our current readers. And this scum was finally getting what was coming to him. Another punch found itself across his nose and the world span for the man as blood began to run down a freshly broken nose.
"I'm only going to ask one more time Estrada, then I'm going to let my friend here have a go at you. And let's get one thing straight this isn't good cop bad cop, this is bad cop worse cop. And right now I'm the least threatening person here. Where are the slaves?" Field agent Patricia Susan Garter gave a little growl and punched the man swiftly in the gut.
Estrada buckled in his crappy office chair and coughed. Patricia took a little satisfaction in seeing that. She took a few steps over to the right and sat down on a length of rollers. She wore a tight red dress and had her hair down in straight golden perfection. She looked over to her friends and by friends she meant the Solan Charr and Gen, the two people who were pretty much were terrible at working together in the sense of coming together as a team. So Patricia ushered the two of them forward in a mocking gesture that symbolized "go ahead, take a few swings." Patricia sat back on the rollers and smiled kicking her feet a bit.
"Fuck you pigs, I'm not saying crap." Hugo said with a bit of distaste to his new friends