Physical Appearance (ie Hair, skin,...): A young gorgeous woman, long black hair, and green eyes like you only see in movies. Her body, well formed and curvy, makes heads turn everywhere she goes.
Histroy: The daughter of former Capo Fransisco Havier. Notorious drug lord in Bretonia. Upon his death 7 years ago to the hands of the Bretonian Police in Dublin, she has worked toward getting her revenge. On her 19th birthday her friends brought her to a new lounge she'd never heard of, A Murder. They said the men there were all jockeys and fighter jocks. She wasn't interested in meeting men, but it WAS her birthday. While there a man caught her eye and her curiousity. His head was bald with a tattoo of a big bird. A sword hilt stuck over one shoulder making him look even more menacing. She watched him for a long time before he left.
She hesitated for only a second before following him out into the stairway. For a moment she was disoriented as her eyes attempted to adjust to the darkness, that was almost complete. A hard hand grabbed her wrist and another her shoulder and she found herself twisted against the wall, faster than she'd even imagined it ould have been done. Not a sound had been made. Her cheek pushed hard up against the rough wall.
"What do oyu want with following me?" A quiet voice asked near her ear.
She couldn't make out a face, or even a silhouette. Her jaw started to ache as she tried to speak. "I was just curious about your outfit. And the sword." She managed to mumble.
The hands spun her again, and she could see his legs outlined to his waist. The black uniform blended perfectly into the night.
That was when she met Jackal. He tested her skills everytime they met. He gave her missions that were absolutely pointless, to train her in the skills of research, information gathering, disguise and infiltration. For over a year she studied under his tutelage, before he told her she was ready to go get her wings.
She had to take the written exam and the flight test only once. Her training had covered that as well. For her passing grade Jackal gave her the code to her new Sabre. She promptly named it Wraith. Her maiden voyage she downed three Bretonian Gunboat captains. Jackal flying at her side. He then brought her back and told her it was time for her initiation to the RaVeN. He had a few of his men bring the Captains each in to the room he used for ceremonies and walked her through the ancient rites of truly imbibing her victory.
Since then she has been a constant companion and trusted second to Jackal. Many wonder about the two's relationship. She is feircely loyal and almost obbssesively attentive to Jackal.
Its been years since then. A lifetime of torture and agony. The Ravens disbanded, Jackal killed by the Squids in Delta, and now I sit in jail in Liberty of all places. Who would have thought I'd get charged for beating that cop after his advances. He would have had his way if I was some random girl off the street. Not his lucky day though I guess. But it is mine. I get out today.
Chi-CLANG The bars slide open on the cell Kara sits in. A small six feet by four feet. Just long enough for the lumpy bed attatched to the wall and a toilet across from it with a fold down desk to write on while you sit on the toilet. No frills, not a window to be found.
The flourescent lights glare angrily into the cell, controled by the Guards at the booth that controls the entire wing. KAra looks up, and grabs the roll of crap that she has to her name, along with her bedroll. At least she doesn't have to carry the mattress. She's glad to be done with the beds here. She takes long strides to reach the gate to the breezeway that will lead her to the intake area to do the last bit of paperwork for her release. She barely keeps the smile from her face, knowing that soon she will be able to go to Omicron Delta and begin her revenge against the Nomad squids that took her one and only love.
"Sign here and here, and initial the five ex'es. Then step up to the retinal scanner for your verification you are indeed Kara Mendoza." The fat guard says in a bored voice.
"Alright. Done." Kara says to the man, as she moves to the scanner and looks in. She always hated them, they felt like they were burning her eyes. The red beams crisscross their way across her eyes. She fights not to blink.
The guard takes the paperwork and hits a few buttons on the computer in front of him, saying, "Alright Kara, you seem to be all in order. Just go down that hall and you will get your property back and be escorted to the dock for transfer to Houston. Good luck. I hope we never meet again, truly." He waves toward the hall.
Kara moves through the rest without much thought and gets dressed into her bloody year plus old clothes. They had beaten her pretty good on the way to the jail. Her wounds were long healed but not forgotten, and only made more fresh by the bloody clothes they gave her to leave in. Her glee at being free was the only thing stopping her from ripping the throats out of the guards that she passed that had taken part. Later she could hunt them down and kill them, for now she yearned for the stars around her like a blanket. The only love left to her now, was the stars and the only goal left the destruction of the Nomads. She let the guards and the pilot take her where she needed to go to get out and once they set down on Houston she was off looking for a likely candidate for hijacking.
A short walk along the landing deck on Houston brought her to the starflier of a older man loading his own stuff. She offered to help load his stuff for a ride off planet. She told him where made no difference as long as it was away from here. The old man looked her over and smiled, obviously thinking of the things he might try once she was aboard his ship. He quickly agreed.
An hour out from Houston Kara leaned close to the old man, he smelled of old sweat and cigars. She whispered to him of the things that she could do, that she had just been released from prison, and hadn't had a man in years. The old man quickly took her meaning and set a course for Manhattan and put the auto pilot on to be able to leave the helm.
Unfortunately for the old man, she had no such craving, just a desire to make sure he had no secreted weapons before she attacked. As he stripped off the last of his clothes she pounced. A firece left and right hand quickly knowcked him off balance and his head swimming he tried to gather his wits. Only to be grabbed in an unusually strong grip from the little woman. She quickly squeexed the life out of the man and dragged his body into the small hold, and searched for clothes that might fit her. After finding what few that would be workable, she uncerimoniously dumped him and his belongings into space. Before long MAnhattan came into view and she docked under the guise of the dead old man, telling the control that he was ill and still in cryo until she could get him to a facility that could control his illness.
Once Planetside on Manhattan she decided to try to contact an old friend from her youth. Cid of the TAZ. It took her a while to get in touch as his channels he frequented were quiet. As she was nearing frustrations end, she got a loud squawk back and some advice for a job.
"Cid? You there? This is Wraith. Come in Cid." Kara tried almost without hope.
The Comm sputtered to life and blasted out, "Kara? That you? Well I'll be! I'd heard you died out in Delta with Jackal. What the hell ya been doin all these years girl?" Cid's voice almost raged.
Nothing sounded better to her ears.
"Cid, Finally...I've been trying for days. I just got out of Sugarland. Long story, short version, I guess I deserved it. Now I'm stuck in Liberty with a 'Flea and a mooring tab I can't pay. Got any leads on some work? I gotta get myself going so I can get to Delta and get payback."
"Sure kid, I can help ya out. There's a new outfit running outta the Omicrons these days. Just so happens they be looking for some good escort pilots. You get in touch with the OSI, they outta Freeport 9 in Theta. They can use a girl like you if they know what's good for them. Pay fair and feed you good too. They even got runs in need of escort so I hear to Delta. I'll shoot a word over and see if it might help grease a palm or two. Good to hear from you. Keep in touch better this time. I'll send ya a few bucks to make it out to FP9 where you will need to be for interviews. You head out there and let 'em know I sentcha. Dunno if it will help, but it can't hurt. I gotta run, some bugger from GST tryin to interrupt us here. I'll head that way myself, maybe we can get a drink or dinner. Been a long time kid. See you out there."
"Thanks Cid, I knew I could count on you mate. I will head that way by sundown. Thanks again man. I really appreciate it. Wraith out." Kara turned off the comm, and gathered her little bit of laundry from the makeshift line. A short time later a message came thru to let her know there were funds waiting for her at the Manhattan Mutual Bank. She finished her little bits of chores and fired up the ships engine, and moved towards the bank.
