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Fangirl - Zapp - 10-28-2009
The bar of Buffalo was seedy, dim-lit, smoky, and altogether distasteful. Probably the best bar on any 'underground' base, sure, but all the same, it wasn't pleasant. Heavy boots clanked on the cold floor, metal on metal. A few heads rose to look at the door, and then quickly went back down. An obsidian figure, six-feet tall and bathed in shadow, filled the doorway. The steps fell slowly, head covered by a wicked mask slowly surveying the room. Appearing satisfied, the form moved toward an occupied table and said in a muffled, menacing taste, "This is my table." The four men shivered and ran, leaving their food and drinks where they sat.
Slowly easing into the chair, the ominous entity reached up and disengaged the helmet, pulling it off and setting it on the table with a ceremonial air. Flowing black locks of hair fell down, and the creamy complexion of a Corsair was visible. Eyes seemingly lucid and penetrating belied a spark of insanity. More than a few of the ne'er-do-wells that frequented the establishment tensed up. They had heard of this one. The power armor gave away that it was a Phantom, but they had seen the face on the holovids -- this one was Black Rose, one of the more deadly and well-known Phantoms. And unpredictable. A few people began to edge for the door, the rest tried to melt into the walls. None even considered trying to collect one of the numerous bounties placed on her.
And she just sat there, as if waiting for someone. No one approached her to ask if she would like to order anything. No one came within ten feet of her.
Fangirl - Akura - 10-28-2009
A small girl in a red dress sculked into the door way, nervously inspecting the scary looking bar, and trying to build up the courage to enter.
She had paid off a passing patrol, her sweet smile and large donation helped 'pursuade' them to let her dock and stay the night... Not that she'd choose Buffalo over a Freeport.
A drunken Rogue approached her, swaying and dribbling.
"Hey, you aren't shco bad lookin'..." he slurred, stumbling closer,
Georgia stepped back and fumbled in her pocket, distracted.
The Rogue extended his arm and went to touch her hair.
Georgia stuck out, punching him in the jaw with her left arm, causing him to fall backwards to the floor, hitting his head on the edge of the bar.
In the same movement, she pulled a small, elegant butterfly knife, twirled around on the spot from the momentum of the punch and steadied herself, knife in her right hand, before her.
"Don't you f---ing touch me!" she screamed, aggressively and in a shrill tone.
The bar went silent for a moment, several of the more sober residents started muttering disapprovingly. She blew a small lock of hair from her face, chuckled nervously and slid the knife back into her dress pocket.
A group of thugs, with guns, previously in conversation, eyed her up.
'Trouble makers get removed'
After a quick scope of the room, she moved to the table with the scariest patron sitting at it.
The thugs with the guns turned back to their conversation without any fuss.
'I didn't see nothing...'
She sat down, eyes wide, starstruck...
Her jaw dropped, she was speechless.
Fangirl - Zapp - 10-29-2009
The Phantom placed her gauntlet-shrouded hand on the girl's shoulder; it was cold as ice. Dark eyes appraised the young girl, and she said warmly: "You must be Georgia."
Georgia should have been scared, but it was not terror that gripped her, it was morbid fascination. The mystery behind her heroes is what made them so perfect to her, she longed to know more.
"Aren't you a cute little thing," the Phantom crooned, brushing a couple of fingers through the girl's hair. "And so... innocent."
"I-I..." Georgia started, "I never imagined, you know, meeting you in person" Her face displayed a confused expression, "Wha-What am I to do?"
Rose looked around the room, as if considering. "Hmmm..." she said, looking thoughtfully at people; as her eyes touched them, they flinched. "You squeamish?"
"N-not really, I don't understand" She looked across the terrified faces of the patrons
"Well now dear, Phantoms inspire fear in everyone. You... amuse me for being more awed than scared, dear. I'd like to know if you'd be willing to... inspire fear." With a flick of her wrist, a wicked-looking, foot-long blade sprung from her power armor and above her hand. The affect on the populace of the bar was dramatic.
"I, I can do a mean scary face when I want to" She said proudly, feeling her small butterfly knife was no comparison to the blade before her, "And I can inspire it if I want to", she nodded confidently.
The blade flicked off the armor with a click, and with a twirl of her hand and fingers Black Rose held it by the blade, hilt proffered to Georgia. "Kill 'im," she said flippantly, nodding to the a large-ish man to her right. "Make him feel fear like he's never felt before."
"Uhhh, I-I can try my best" she uttered, her confidence fading, she wrapped her fingers around the cold, harsh handle. "Come on Georgie, you can do this" she said re-assuring herself. She slipped off her seat and readied herself, the long blade weighing down her right arm. Georgia gripped it with both hands and weighed up the man in front of her, he was large, muscular and would normally have been threatening if it wasn't for the fact he was almost ready to soil himself. She approached him and pushed against his stomach, his abs resisting her touch. He wouldn't dare respond, he just stood still frozen with confusion and fear.
"Do you want do die, mister... Lennie? It's a fitting name for you" She squeaked, rather confidently, brushing the tip of the blade over his crotch.
"N-no, my name-" he stopped, his real name was unimportant.
"Well now, thats a darned shame now" Georgia increased her grip and raised her arms.
Lennie flinched and tried to back away, his legs stopping him as he bumped into a nearby table.
Georgia smiled sweetly and backed off, turning to face away, Lennie relaxed a little. She turned again on her feet at incredible speed and slashed up through his stomach and through his chest, causing him to crash backwards onto the table, clutching his wound in a mix of extreme pain and panic. Georgia stepped up onto a chair and then onto the table he was laying on, slowly bleeding out.
"Sorry Lennie, you got knocked down a notch in the food chain" She whispered in his ear, sitting on his bloodstained chest. She turned to Rose, "Now do I finish him off?" She asked with innocent curiosity.
Black Rose chortled in delight, clapping her hands. Those with enough courage to move ran. The rest were rooted in place with terror and shock. "Hmmm... no dear. Allow me."
She put her helmet back on, walked over, and picked 'Lennie' up by the throat. "Better luck next time, hon," came the muffled voice from Hell. Then, in a rather unexpected move, she threw him over her shoulder and carried him out the door.
"Ainu Depot, dear. Don't be too late."
And she was gone.
Georgia looked around the bar, "Uhhhh" , she glanced down at her blood stained hands and dress.
She thought the patrons would mess with her, now Rose had left, but they didn't, she had developed her own unique aura of terror. They didn't want to mess with her, and didn't what her to mess with them. Georgia rose her head and danced out of the bar, proud of her accomplishment.
Fangirl - Akura - 10-30-2009
The bar on Ainu was more classy, definitely more Oriental. The decorations had the obvious feminine brushstrokes, not a single object out of place per feng shui. Black Rose was in a nice dress, white, embroidered with black roses. She practically danced to her seat, and awaited the arrival of Georgia.
A light feminine cough was heard from a small access doorway, a small female figure appeared through a puff of smoke, and some whisps of orange. Georgia choked up the rest of the air and steadied her breathing. She glanced around, at the mostly female company in the bar, looking for her mentor.
At her arrival, the Phantom hopped to her feet and moved to intercept her, pushing her out the door. "Back in your ship, dear."
She had an iron-hard grip on Georgia's forearm, manhandling her with an ease that was in contrast to her slim build. "Today, we're going to see how good you are at... playing dead," she finished with a wicked grin.
"Wha-why?" Georgia spluttered, "That's crazy!"
Upon realising her mistake, she smiled pleasantly "Oh yeah, Crazy is good, thats the point!"
"Yes hon, crazy is fab, and don't worry, you won't actually be dead. You'll be faking it. Trickery you see, all grand fun and games." As they approached the docking bay, Black Rose ran through the plan quickly, Georgia nodding thoughtfully and trying to hide her wide-eyed wonder.
She had never been on an adventure like this before, Georgia thought, this was brand new and exciting to her. She has run from Rogues before, even reduced them to pods, but this was real live, face to (fake-dead)face!
She liked playing with Rose, it made her joyous in a criminally insane way, which was good.
As they reached Georgia's ship, Black Rose boarded ahead of her and entered coordinates towards the New Tokyo jump gate, but in a particularly dense pocket of gas. "Now, I won't be far away, but they won't know that. You know what to do." With that, she left Georgia alone and went to see to her ship.
Georgia sat down in her fluffy pink pilots-chair and glanced down at her console, it displayed a dangerous area for her to linger in. Her ship was GMG design, so it would be protected against such gas she reassured herself.
She didn't know where Rose would be, but the Phantom was a professional and did this on a near daily-basis.
Georgia would be fine, she reassured herself again, entering her pin-code to allow automatic undocking. Her Karasu 'popped' out of Ainu and engaged cruise, heading through Rose's intended route.
She didn't see Rose undock, but trusted she would be close by, watching and protecting her.
Fangirl - Zapp - 10-30-2009
Her Karasu began to enter the danger-zone of the gases, her ship blinking a small orange light and told her of the volatility of the gas ahead.
Naturally Georgia ignored the caution with faith for her mentor and continued, nervously biting her bottom lip. Her ships shield began to take hits, from the volatile explosions all around her.
She squealed nervously, reeling her knees up to her chest and resting her chin. The ship was on auto pilot, flowing carelessly through certain death.
Georgia tensed her body, her hull taking damage now, rocking the cockpit. She panicked and grabbed the edge of her seat for support.
Had Rose left her to die?
'No', she thought, that wouldn't make sense, Rose was clever, if she wanted Georgia dead, she would have just killed her at Buffalo, or in space at Montezuma. Rose had a plan, and Georgia's death played no part.
Her ship pulled up to a halt in the middle of a small opening in the pocket. Her hull integrity at 40%, just before she burst into flames conveniently. At least nothing was falling off.
She waited, nothing so far, then suddenly, a ship. It displayed a tag, [IND] appeared on her scanners at 9.4k away, headed right for her.
Georgia sat for another second, Interspace Neuralnet Division, so she was punishing the rich? Was 'rich' the word Rose used?
"This is Preston Kennedy of the [IND]Calyx, who am I speaking to?"
Georgia did what Rose said and kept her mouth shut, not a sound yet.
"I say it again, this is Preston Kennedy, please respond"
Again, she stayed silent.
The [IND]Calyx got within 1k of the small fighter and used its tractor beams to pull it in.
Fangirl - Akura - 10-30-2009
The Calyx was a ‘Geisha’ Luxury Kusari Yacht, elegant and classy, only the rich could afford such a beauty. Georgia had to use this ship as a platform for proving herself to Rose.
The Manifest Officer opened the banged up Karasu, ready to investigate,
“Why did we bring this in? What are we, bloody Junkers?” His Second moaned,
“Boss says there was a life sign, perhaps a pilot, in an injured or comatose state as we got no response. We can’t leave someone out here to die”
The officer drew a light pistol and cautiously moved inside, upon the floor she found a small girl in casual jacket and flight-trousers, laying across the controls.
“It’s not a GMG!” He shouted to his Second, “It’s a freelancer by the looks of it! And she’s unarmed”
The Officer holstered his gun and moved to investigate,
“What’s wrong with her?” the Second asked, appearing at the door.
“She looks to be knocked out cold, no signs of external injury, she isn’t responding to our speech, she’s out like a light” the Officer replied,
“Grab her and dump her in medical for the Doc to sort out” the Second suggested.
The Officer listened and responded by picking her small frame up into his arms, and carrying her to the Medical Bay for examination and treatment.
“Gimmie a hand with the door” the Officer ordered lightly,
“Okay, what about the ship?” the Second asked, pushing the door open for the officer to get out,
“Repair is best you can with what we got, and then leave it in a deadlock, until it’s needed”
“Yessir” the Second replied, getting to work with nanobots and a welding torch.
Fangirl - Akura - 10-30-2009
When she hit the comfy medical bed, she waited till the Doctor finished with the Manifest Officer and dismissed him, then waited some more.
The Doctor then made his way back over the small examination room to Georgia, leaning over her and examining her face, her eyes in particular, looking to see if the pupils were moving rapidly, if they were it mean she was dreaming.
Nothing, no movement at all. He leaned closer and raised his hand, about to open her eyes, for a better look.
Without warning they opened, and he was looking into the eyes of a newly bred killer.
Georgia threw her left arm over her body to strike her prey, hitting the unsuspecting and rather shocked Doctor right in the stomach, winding him, and causing him to double over.
She drew the pistol with her right arm from the utility pocket of her flight-trousers, grabbing the stunned Doctor with her left arm and bringing him into the hostage position, her gun to his temple.
The Manifest Officer has heard a shuffle and turned back to check up on his colleague, as soon as he rounded the door frame, he saw the doctor struggling for breath at the tight, vice-like grip of the small-framed Freelancer, her gun to his head, her expression was blank, but her eyes screamed insanity.
In a moment of panic the Officer lowered his hand to his hip holster in under a second, but with confusion, he found the gun was not present where he left it.
He recognised the gun the Freelancer wielded, it was his gun, she has swiped it while he carried her up to the Med-bay.
Crafty girl, millions of questions buzzed through his head, ‘Who was she? Why is she acting this way?’
None got answered, as his head was decommissioned, forcibly, by a surprisingly quiet bolt of tachyon entering his face, utterly dismantling his skull’s structural integrity, and splattering the wall behind with blood and burned tissue. The whole thing combined made his head literally explode with the force of the gun shot.
Georgia smiled, gripping the Doctor tighter as he panicked. The effects of overpowering this small guns power-plant were amazing! All at the touch of a dial on the side, she needed to experience it again!
She pushed the Doctor roughly to the ground and aimed at his back.
One gunshot and his spine was vaporised, the bolt travelling ruptured all of his internal organs, causing his insides to literally explode outwards out of his chest and covering most of the floor and walls with blood and tissue.
His corpse was practically a head, arms and waist, all attached by a ring of bloody mess.
Georgia jumped up and down with glee, squealing with joy, this was a fantastic toy!
Now, next victim...
Fangirl - Akura - 10-30-2009
Preston spun his chair around to face a second console, a red flashing light.
Internal alarm? he questioned himself, spinning his chair again to face the other four members of the bridge, Go check that out, its easy cruising here, Ill head the ship for now
The crew all bowed respectfully and rushed away, some drawing their guns.
Preston eyed the sun in the center of Hokkaido, cautiously. A few seconds later he heard gunshots down the end of the hall.
Is everything okay? he yelled out to no one in particular,
A small, young girl, her clothes and face splattered with blood entered the room slowly, a pistol at her side. No hurry, just calmly pacing and planning her next moves.
Wh-who are you and what are you doing here? Preston almost pleaded.
Upon realising his danger, he attempted to shout, this resulted in failure as milliseconds prior, and the end of her gun smacked him across his over-fed, fleshy jawline.
The power of the blow broke shattered his brittle, under exercised jawbone, spraying more blood onto her figure, and even several teeth.
The fat, spoiled man squealed in pain, pushing back into his chair, as if trying to sink in and escape.
Georgia pulled several small ornate knives from her jacket pocket with her spare hand, which she has snagged from one of the Yacht's many decorations.
She poured over him, dropping the gun and organising two knives, one in each hand for now.
The fat man flinched then screamed in a shrill, desperate tone as the two knives pierced his hands and stapled each one to an arm of his chair.
Dont worry, its a comfy chair, very nice to die in She uttered playfully,
Two more knives secured his feet to the flooring, ensuring he couldnt move at all. Georgia drew but one more knife and moved on to his face...
Fangirl - Akura - 10-30-2009
Jonathon the kitchen-hand raised himself from his bunk and slouched over to the door, the floor was covered in something, a pool of water? No...
It was blood.
Stood in shock and awe for a moment, he had heard nothing, ‘perhaps it was a joke, or not even blood. Maybe his friends were pranking him again’ he thought to himself.
Not wanting to take the chance, he rushed out and towards the hanger, the whole place was sprayed with blood, and pieces of people were scattered about. A bloody Kusarian Katana lay next to his feet, doused in the red fluid so frequent now on the Yacht.
There were bodies, everywhere...
He ran along the gangway, not wanting to look at the horrors. As he arrived in the main dining area, a luxury and lavish ballroom it was. Now in ruins, there were people thrown through tables or impaled on broken chair legs.
The smell of burning human flesh hung in the air, as one unlucky crewman’s corpse left burning in the corner of the room, somehow...
Johnny checked the console, holding back the thoughts and trying to focus. Console read all of the crew dead, except one, up in the bridge. One life sign still glowing purple on the display.
He had to be quick.
Johnny rushed up a flight of elegant stairs to be welcomed by a corridor of at least ten corpses... Littering the floor from wall to wall, some in pieces, and some with gunshot wounds.
He doubled over and threw up onto a dismembered head, unintentionally of course. He then squealed as he waded in-between the corpses and blood to get to the rather small clear patch at the other side, at which point he threw up again.
Upon making a rather nauseous stumbling-walk to the doorframe, he took a breather, stood up and looked across the bridge.
In the middle, stapled to his chair by four knives was Preston Kennedy, his mouth was actively pouring blood out dribbling down his chin. His eyes rolled about in their sockets, dazed and distraught from the torture he had received.
His fat belly was cut open down the middle, and his insides had been removed by force, scattering the room.
Surprisingly enough he was still alive, barely. But that ended quickly enough as with one painful seizure, he passed on...
Fangirl - Akura - 10-30-2009
Johnny almost threw up if it wasn’t for his stomach being empty. He felt a shove from behind and fell forward onto his knees, his outstretched right arm falling onto his former bosses’ tongue.
She had cut it out to quiet him down a little, and now there she was, hands shiny from the concentration of blood, her left hand help a small, sharp ornate knife, identical to the ones stapling the fat man to his chair.
“I thought being so rich your boss might have been filled with gold or credit chips” she chuckled in an eerie manner, “Turns out I was wrong, just same blood and guts as everyone else!”
She grabbed Johnny’s collar and pulled him to his feet, then proceeded to push him to sit down in the chair, on the disembowelled lap of his former employer.
“N-no! Please, I can hel-” he was interrupted by Georgia’s lips meeting his in an embrace. He was cute, no reason for her not to go for him after all.
As she stunned him with her kiss, she moved her legs over him and lowered herself, to straddle his lap comfortably.
“Now, now, time to get busy” she whispered in his ear mischievously, reaching down to unzip his pants, with her bloodied hands, left one still clutching her knife.
Strangely enough he found himself turned on; as he looked down to see her ‘pull him all out’.
He panted heavily and she looked up at him, twiddling her knife.
“Oh dear, no peeking now you filthy boy, blindfold for this game” she uttered with contempt.
She raised her knife to his eye level and with two quick jabs popped his eyeballs.
He tried to scream but Georgia cupped his mouth shut with force, moving her free hand down to his ‘valuables’.
“For you I’m going to take these off first, then see what’s inside you!” she squealed with joy, slashing violently and causing his testicles to fly halfway across the room.
His screams could be heard throughout the entire frame of the ship, as could her freakish childish laughter...
Rose stepped out of her Sabre, and admired the works of her apprentice; the hanger itself was sprayed with blood in awkward places, like the high roof fittings.
Rose smiled; this was exactly what she was looking for.
“Did I pass?” Georgia asked, her blood-soaked figure rising from a nearby pile of corpses, where she was ‘making sure they were dead enough’.
“Did you kill all eighty three like I asked?” Rose asked smoothly,
“I killed all ninety two, they took on some extra, off the plan, but the main console told me how many I had left to dispatch as I did it” Georgia replied innocently,
“Right, we can let this drift back to New Tokyo to be discovered, announce your employment eh!” Rose joked,
“Okay, sounds great” Georgia replied nervously.
“Good! Now one last thing before your enlightenment...” Rose moved closer to Georgia, moving her arms round the small girl’s shoulders.
Georgia stuttered for a second,
“We shouldn’t, you know? I don’t feel-” she spluttered out, embarrassed.
Rose hushed her, “No, not that silly, your name, I can’t call you Georgia all the time, you need a name that strikes fear and dread into your foes, Georgia doesn’t quite cut it...”
Georgia recovered slightly then admired the bloodstained, luxury interior of the Yacht.
It was rather feminine, and then she had her name idea set.
Georgia uttered one word,
“Luxuria”