A Prologue's Epilogue

[Miranda Frost]

It was nice to finally get some fresh air. On this road there were none to oppose her, none to slow her advance. As the white haired warrior squeezed her rusted bike's twistgrip, its engine sputtering and struggling to increase its acceleration. The bike itself wasn't as subtle as Miranda would have liked it, but there was nothing out here, not anymore at least. Her eye flicked to the crumbling remains of Death Mountain , its still tremendous size growing within her vision as she approached. A shiver would wrack at her body. The thunder of beating wings forced the woman to turn her head, looking for its source, but it was no use.

 She was truly alone.

 Her eye fell back to the ashen road before her, her claws cutting into her bike's hand grips. This place always gave her the creeps, yet she always ended up back here, the place where she and the rest of Gamma team slaughtered that horde of young dragons. It was a miracle that no lives were lost  in that battle, though many of them were knocking on death door. Miranda's eyes narrowed upon the destination she had chosen, the ground littered with the dried skeletons of the hordes they fought, the bleached bones marking their last moments in this world. Seeing them, she'd feel that all familiar phantom pain in her gut as if their talons were still embedded into her flesh. Her bike slowed to a stop, her boot swatting at the rusted piece of machinery's kickstand.

 Her hand fell over her core as if making sure she wasn't wounded. Being here really wasn't good for her overall health. She'd shake her head and step from the vehicle, her eye catching sight of a lone metal crate just sitting there in the ash. She expected a meeting but not a soul was in sight. The crate itself didn't appear to belong to any gorons or that small rag-tag army Nealaphh had scrapped together prior to that battle. She'd kneel before the steel coffer, her claws brushing away the fine ash that had built upon it. The crimson light of her eye shone upon its rough surface. Miranda could see there was nothing nefarious hidden. However, its contents seemed quite interesting.

 She'd set the heavy steel lid aside, her claws reaching  down to grasp at a piece of parchment of some sort.

 "Tell me you like it ♥~ X" , the writing would in a bright crimson font, her eye falling to the address stamp at the bottom right of the card.

 Dr. X
 WhiteFor Pharmaceutical
 Tier 1, Ash Gate Ave
 Coruscant, Galactic Empire

 Miranda would blink and set the card aside, her hands grasping at the article of clothing contained within, lifting it from his container.

 Miranda had never felt both admiration and absolute rage in the same instance so whoever left this for her must have been quite the skilled individual. The coat was similar to the one she held but obviously newer and possibly hand crafted. The coat was lined with the shining crimson scales that belonged to Volvagia's brood providing fairly decent protection when considering the fashion it gave.  She stood there for a moment, her eyes gazing over the beautiful  scales. How fitting that she would receive a coat scrapped from possibly the same creatures she killed. 

 "Fuck it.", she'd mutter, shedding the heavy coat upon the ashen surface. Her arms would loop inside the soft leather lined sleeves, her shoulders rolling, letting the lighter coat to sit comfortably upon her shoulders. Her claws quickly fastened the dragon-tooth button, securing the coat to her frame. It seemed quite lighter than the coat she wore prior but given her body's exhaustion, she probably wouldn't benefit from it. 

 Sliding her hands into its two side pockets she'd discover another necesary article. Pulling the items out she'd discover what seemed to be an imperial citizen's id card as well as a passport and variety of other papers. Her eye twitched with irritation, looking over the very specific details listed in these papers. Whoever Miranda had contacted for help, they knew very particular details about her. Everything to the number of scars located over her body, to the various augmentations she held. Miranda couldn't have written out any medical documents as detailed as this.

 She'd sigh, looking out into the rocky horizon with crimson heat lightning thundering from cloud to cloud. Her eye focused on the faint glow of Coruscant's gate in the distance.

 "Who. Are. You?"

[Miranda Frost]

Upon initial observation, the gate wasn't necessarily hard. Half of a day's walk would land the ruby clad woman in Coruscant. What kind of a place was this city? She had heard from some of the locals that it was a massive city that seemed to have no end to its mass. Miranda, to the best of her memory, had never been in what would be considered a "Modern" city to begin with, let alone one on the magnitude of what was described to her. 

 Her hands would slip into her coat's pockets as she walked, her eye trained on the faint glowing pillar burning into the crimson sky. She remembered talking with Zack oh so long ago about what they would do when they were done here. Its insane that she had never really entertained that thought.

 "A place with a warm breeze and a blue sky was it, Zack", she'd ask. Good people were in such short supply and a good friend were in an even shorter quantity. Claptrap was a good bot who really had a big heart somewhere in that metal frame of his. "I'm not sure about the warm breeze though. Too many people there I'd guess."

 Miranda would come to find she wasn't entirely alone, at least for the most part. In the distance behind her she could hear the crackling noise of a truck on its last legs barreling through the ash covered road. The woman would stop and turn, her eye fixated on the  truck as it slowed down, a dirty man in his sixties sticking his head out, his beady eyes looking over Miranda.

 "Yer headin' down to the City, I reckon', Lass", the man would ask, chewing on only Omni knew what.

 "I am. You offering a ride?", Miranda would inquire,  her head tilted in a slightly curious manner.

 "I could, Aye. Yer payin'?"

 "Actually, now that you ask, perhaps no---"

 "BAH, I be bustin' yer chops, Lass. Climb in the back there. Copper Hustlin' Joe will geyet you there in juan piece."

 "Erm.... sure then"

 She'd climb in the back of the truck, the bed packed with various pieces of machinery and the like. Upon first observation, she'd see that they were all damaged. Perhaps they were being taken in for repairs. Her claws would slide down one of the battered mineral drills, a sigh escaping her lips.

"I can relate."