06-15-2018, 04:08 PM
Dr Linda Himes is hunched over a workbench in Chirpa’s garage. She is using a delicate laser to open up a large street-made Orkish cannon, until she gives up and tries to pry it open with a hammer.
The beautiful blonde woman has looked better; the ends of her hair are splitting, her supply of makeup long since depleted. Dark black circles have appeared under her eyes, and her cheeks are becoming sunken and hollow.
But that’s what a few months in Tier-5 will do to a wealthy Tier-1 Imperial Weapons Technician.
Dr Himes pries the cannon open with a grunt, revealing a pair of glowing purple crystals in the center.
Chirpa the Ewok, President of the Westside Ewoks, rolls over to Linda’s workbench on a motorized stool. The tiny Ewok lifts his welding goggles and inspects the weapon, then nods satisfactorily.
Although small of stature and of number, Chirpa and the Westside Ewoks are a vital part of the Westside gang. Chripa and his team create the tech and the vehicles the Westside needs for their fight against the Orc Mafia.
Now, somehow, it seems they have added the good Dr Linda Himes to their roster.
“You were right,” Chirpa concedes to the doctor.
Linda does not respond, but simply grabs the purple crystals with a pair of tongs and places them carefully in a metal tray on her bench. She takes a deep breath, and then lets out a scream of rage and pushes the bisected gun off her work table. She takes a few more deep breaths, and her body goes slack.
“It’s been four days,” Linda says in a flat tone.
Chirpa sighs. “She has been out longer than that before.”
Linda whirls on him, her stained lab coat swishing, fury in her eyes. “Ten confirmed dead this week! Five missing, six if you count Chi! She could CALL!”
The Ewok nods solemnly. “She is young, Linda…”
“Don’t,” Linda chokes. “Don’t give me that shit. She was young when she wanted to go party and slum it with the T5 kids. She’s a killer now, a thug on the frontlines of a war that we AREN’T WINNING.”
Linda presses her hand to the bridge of her nose, not crying at all.
A Harley Davidson muffler cracks in the night, and Linda’s head jerks up. Instantly her face is twisted in fury, and she rises from her bench again.
“Linda, be careful with her…” Chirpa warns, his warning falling on deaf ears.
Linda stands at the entrance to the garage and hears the motorcycle engine die. A moment later, the metal door is rising.
Chi’owo stands with her hand on her hip, the orange, half-chinese Twi’lek posing obnoxiously. Gone is the shy genius lab-assistant who never went lower than Tier-2 in her life. Here stands a gangster.
Chi’owo wears tight leather pants and a tiny leather vest tied like a corset with shoelaces in the front, pressing her petite breasts together and giving her a semblance of cleavage. Her bare midriff exposes her black tattoo of a snarling badger, with the words WESTSIDE HUFFLEPUNKS above it in an arch. A pair of .45 magnum revolvers hang at her waist, the chambers glowing slightly red, and Linda knows that Chi is using the incendiary ammo that Linda invented.
The Twi’lek drops a cigarette on the driveway and stubs it out with her black combat boot before strolling inside Chirpa’s garage.
“Hey Dr Himes,” Chi’owo chirps, as she used to do every morning back in their lab in the imperial armory. “Hey Chirpa. Do you guys have like, a rocket launcher, but it launches fire? The tuskies got this chopshop-”
The Twi’lek is cut short as Linda grabs Chi’owo roughly by her shoulder and spins her around to face the seething doctor.
Chi’owo stares defiantly back up at Linda, but does not try to break her old boss’ grip.
“Where,” Linda demands in an icy voice. “Were you?”
Chi’owo’s jaw seems wired shut.
“There have been ten confirmed dead this week,” Linda says, her grip tightening. “You could have called…”
Chi finally rips herself from Linda’s grasp.
“You’re not my mother!” Chi screams. “And you’re not my fucking girlfriend!”
“I,” Linda says, shouting right back. “Am the only real friend you have down here, Chi!”
The women start to scream at each other in increasingly aggressive tones. Chirpa only watches patiently, hearing the same conversation he has heard play out in his garage over many nights, and waiting for it to lead to it’s inevitable conclusion.
“I came here on Westside business, I don’t need this,” Chi finally says, turning from Linda. “I need tech, plus someone blew up Pomegranate’s Corvette, so he needs something new. He thinks orcs did it, but personally, I think Breeze did it. Either way, we gotta go bust up this chop shop, so...”
Chi’s phone beeps, and she frowns as she opens a text and starts typing back furiously.
“You’re not going back into that meat-grinder!” Linda declares, her hands clenched into fists, her knuckles white.
“Yeah,” says Chi, eyes still on her phone. “I am, and so are you.”
Linda blinks intelligently. “What?”
“Yeah,” Chi says again maddeningly, still texting. “Change of plans. President Weasel says she needs us both, says something funny’s going on.”
Chi looks up to meet Linda’s worried gaze.
“Chi,” Linda says softly. “I’ll come, for you. But I’m not killing anyone.”
The Twi’lek grins.
“That’s EXACTLY what I first said!”
***
***
The beautiful blonde woman has looked better; the ends of her hair are splitting, her supply of makeup long since depleted. Dark black circles have appeared under her eyes, and her cheeks are becoming sunken and hollow.
But that’s what a few months in Tier-5 will do to a wealthy Tier-1 Imperial Weapons Technician.
Dr Himes pries the cannon open with a grunt, revealing a pair of glowing purple crystals in the center.
Chirpa the Ewok, President of the Westside Ewoks, rolls over to Linda’s workbench on a motorized stool. The tiny Ewok lifts his welding goggles and inspects the weapon, then nods satisfactorily.
Although small of stature and of number, Chirpa and the Westside Ewoks are a vital part of the Westside gang. Chripa and his team create the tech and the vehicles the Westside needs for their fight against the Orc Mafia.
Now, somehow, it seems they have added the good Dr Linda Himes to their roster.
“You were right,” Chirpa concedes to the doctor.
Linda does not respond, but simply grabs the purple crystals with a pair of tongs and places them carefully in a metal tray on her bench. She takes a deep breath, and then lets out a scream of rage and pushes the bisected gun off her work table. She takes a few more deep breaths, and her body goes slack.
“It’s been four days,” Linda says in a flat tone.
Chirpa sighs. “She has been out longer than that before.”
Linda whirls on him, her stained lab coat swishing, fury in her eyes. “Ten confirmed dead this week! Five missing, six if you count Chi! She could CALL!”
The Ewok nods solemnly. “She is young, Linda…”
“Don’t,” Linda chokes. “Don’t give me that shit. She was young when she wanted to go party and slum it with the T5 kids. She’s a killer now, a thug on the frontlines of a war that we AREN’T WINNING.”
Linda presses her hand to the bridge of her nose, not crying at all.
A Harley Davidson muffler cracks in the night, and Linda’s head jerks up. Instantly her face is twisted in fury, and she rises from her bench again.
“Linda, be careful with her…” Chirpa warns, his warning falling on deaf ears.
Linda stands at the entrance to the garage and hears the motorcycle engine die. A moment later, the metal door is rising.
Chi’owo stands with her hand on her hip, the orange, half-chinese Twi’lek posing obnoxiously. Gone is the shy genius lab-assistant who never went lower than Tier-2 in her life. Here stands a gangster.
Chi’owo wears tight leather pants and a tiny leather vest tied like a corset with shoelaces in the front, pressing her petite breasts together and giving her a semblance of cleavage. Her bare midriff exposes her black tattoo of a snarling badger, with the words WESTSIDE HUFFLEPUNKS above it in an arch. A pair of .45 magnum revolvers hang at her waist, the chambers glowing slightly red, and Linda knows that Chi is using the incendiary ammo that Linda invented.
The Twi’lek drops a cigarette on the driveway and stubs it out with her black combat boot before strolling inside Chirpa’s garage.
“Hey Dr Himes,” Chi’owo chirps, as she used to do every morning back in their lab in the imperial armory. “Hey Chirpa. Do you guys have like, a rocket launcher, but it launches fire? The tuskies got this chopshop-”
The Twi’lek is cut short as Linda grabs Chi’owo roughly by her shoulder and spins her around to face the seething doctor.
Chi’owo stares defiantly back up at Linda, but does not try to break her old boss’ grip.
“Where,” Linda demands in an icy voice. “Were you?”
Chi’owo’s jaw seems wired shut.
“There have been ten confirmed dead this week,” Linda says, her grip tightening. “You could have called…”
Chi finally rips herself from Linda’s grasp.
“You’re not my mother!” Chi screams. “And you’re not my fucking girlfriend!”
“I,” Linda says, shouting right back. “Am the only real friend you have down here, Chi!”
The women start to scream at each other in increasingly aggressive tones. Chirpa only watches patiently, hearing the same conversation he has heard play out in his garage over many nights, and waiting for it to lead to it’s inevitable conclusion.
“I came here on Westside business, I don’t need this,” Chi finally says, turning from Linda. “I need tech, plus someone blew up Pomegranate’s Corvette, so he needs something new. He thinks orcs did it, but personally, I think Breeze did it. Either way, we gotta go bust up this chop shop, so...”
Chi’s phone beeps, and she frowns as she opens a text and starts typing back furiously.
“You’re not going back into that meat-grinder!” Linda declares, her hands clenched into fists, her knuckles white.
“Yeah,” says Chi, eyes still on her phone. “I am, and so are you.”
Linda blinks intelligently. “What?”
“Yeah,” Chi says again maddeningly, still texting. “Change of plans. President Weasel says she needs us both, says something funny’s going on.”
Chi looks up to meet Linda’s worried gaze.
“Chi,” Linda says softly. “I’ll come, for you. But I’m not killing anyone.”
The Twi’lek grins.
“That’s EXACTLY what I first said!”
***
Quote:To follow Kilgrot, Danny and Dungbomb, check here
http://omniverse-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=10382
To follow Batgirl Skywalker’s story, check here http://omniverse-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=9746
To follow Chi’Owo, Linda, and Weasel, check here
http://omniverse-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=10226
No idea where America Jackson will end up though!
***
![[Image: V4Dvvfy.gif]](https://i.imgur.com/V4Dvvfy.gif)