Post by Three Fourteen on Jun 13, 2022 17:45:11 GMT -5
It had taken her less than an hour to reach Tropicus City. The sprawling city built on a hillside right to the picturesque coast had always been somewhere that she had wanted to visit when she was flesh and blood. The lovely white buildings with their flat roofs, the ready access to delicious, sweet alcohol. The ever-present crime. It was seedy enough to appeal to the woman she had been whilst still feeling like the quintessential holiday destination. Not that the woman she had been would ever have used a word like quintessential. Before, it had been an impossible dream. Now, she accomplished it under her own power, casually.
She had secured herself the kind of brightly-coloured cocktail she had promised herself she would enjoy if she ever came here, and then she had begun walking. A single sip confirmed that the alcohol was pointless to her now. Her sensory systems broke it down into its component ingredients; alcohol, orange juice, water, cherry residue. She could appreciate each element for what it was, but she took no pleasure in it. She certainly gained no nourishment from it, and the alcohol was useful only insofar as her systems could use it as an emergency source of fuel. It was as she expected. Such things were useless to her now.
Which left only the criminals for entertainment, really.
The red-haired woman walks casually into one of the seedier districts. Her gait is unhurried, her movements casual and ostentatiously unaware. Everything about her, from the cocktail to the saunter, implies that she is a tourist; one who has drifted off the beaten path. It does not take long for someone to take the bait. Mugging tourists in much of the city was something that only the desperate or foolish would do; police actually cared about the tourists.
But come into their territory and it was a whole other story.
Three Fourteen’s sensors easily spotted the individuals as they surrounded her. Six in total, of negligible power. Two large human males and a Saiyan female at her back, a Namekian, a shorter human man in a purple shirt and sunglasses, and an android – an older model, also nominally female but obvious in her mechanical simplicity – at her front.
“Well hey there little lady.” The man in purple drawled, confirming her suspicion that he was the leader of the group, “Why don’t we make this simple? You hand over what money you’ve got and nobody gets hurt.”
“An interesting offer.” Three Fourteen replied, “However. I have a counter-proposal. You tell me who it is you report to and I will inform them that you were helpful to me when I cut a deal with them.”
It was interesting to think that a short time ago she would have been intimidated by the position she was now in and looking to her friends for leadership and guidance. Her friends, though, were long gone, and she was certainly not intimidated. These people were weak. And if they were foolish enough to push the issue on her, it would not tax her overly much to prove the folly of their ways.
She had secured herself the kind of brightly-coloured cocktail she had promised herself she would enjoy if she ever came here, and then she had begun walking. A single sip confirmed that the alcohol was pointless to her now. Her sensory systems broke it down into its component ingredients; alcohol, orange juice, water, cherry residue. She could appreciate each element for what it was, but she took no pleasure in it. She certainly gained no nourishment from it, and the alcohol was useful only insofar as her systems could use it as an emergency source of fuel. It was as she expected. Such things were useless to her now.
Which left only the criminals for entertainment, really.
The red-haired woman walks casually into one of the seedier districts. Her gait is unhurried, her movements casual and ostentatiously unaware. Everything about her, from the cocktail to the saunter, implies that she is a tourist; one who has drifted off the beaten path. It does not take long for someone to take the bait. Mugging tourists in much of the city was something that only the desperate or foolish would do; police actually cared about the tourists.
But come into their territory and it was a whole other story.
Three Fourteen’s sensors easily spotted the individuals as they surrounded her. Six in total, of negligible power. Two large human males and a Saiyan female at her back, a Namekian, a shorter human man in a purple shirt and sunglasses, and an android – an older model, also nominally female but obvious in her mechanical simplicity – at her front.
“Well hey there little lady.” The man in purple drawled, confirming her suspicion that he was the leader of the group, “Why don’t we make this simple? You hand over what money you’ve got and nobody gets hurt.”
“An interesting offer.” Three Fourteen replied, “However. I have a counter-proposal. You tell me who it is you report to and I will inform them that you were helpful to me when I cut a deal with them.”
It was interesting to think that a short time ago she would have been intimidated by the position she was now in and looking to her friends for leadership and guidance. Her friends, though, were long gone, and she was certainly not intimidated. These people were weak. And if they were foolish enough to push the issue on her, it would not tax her overly much to prove the folly of their ways.
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