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Rihannon

Fierce spirited bounty hunter.

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by FrenchQueen

So begins...

Rihannon's Story

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Rihannon looks around.

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Rihannon smiled, pleased to see that someone noticed her, mumbling under her breath, "Thank you."

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Rihannon had been spending much of the evening in a distant corner of the establishment, watching eagerly the events which had unfolded. The hunter was always snooping about for prey of some sort, but the only prey she desired now was the kind that could pay off. As sporting as combat could be, she held a greater taste for wealth.

The arrival of the synthetic, though Rihannon didn't know that was what Aiyanna was, drew little more than a glance from the bounty hunter as she reclined in her booth. She gripped her pistol with a tense grip, as always, and waited to see what came of the evening.

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Rihannon remained in her seat, not wishing to reveal her presence, though she couldn't help but feel compromised as Aiyanna's eyes fell on her. There was something about her which set her on edge, unsure as to whether she should react to that azure gaze. Some part of her begged her to remove the elegant sidearm from the holster on her hip, but Rihannon resisted.

The leather-clad woman preferred to stay as she was, her tanned visage unmoving as it followed the synthetic as she shifted in her seat. Something was off with her, like she knew something she shouldn't.

If anything, she thought, there were some who would pay for a pretty face alone.

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Rihannon had, after staying for a few moments longer, lifted herself from the booth's seat, her patchwork armor doing away with every sense of uniformity that her tightly bound hair might've given. With light steps she moved to approach the bar, the boots thudding against the floor no matter how hard she tried to keep them from it. The market was quiet recently, no new contacts had cropped up yet, but Aiyanna might spice things up...

Her sister interrupted that.

Minix had burst into the bar with a crash, or what should have been, as the small show she put on only attracted the hunter's attention. With a soft catch was the mass-driver revolver removed from its holster, Rihannon's hips swaying to one side with the act, and a metallic click as the steel hammer was drawn back.

Greater opportunity had presented itself in the form of this little murderer.

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Rihannon had moved towards the girl for some time, the young woman being her junior of three years, the dark form of the bounty hunter likely seeming menacing were it not for the slight glint in her eye. Rihannon was devoted to her work, but this was still her sister. Some part of her mind still loved her.

But so much more loved money, craved power.

Swiftly her legs strutted forward, the brisk pace closing the distance quickly as Rihannon prepared to finally bring her to justice. To think that a girl could kill in cold blood... The synthetic changed that with a barked order, causing Rihannon to blink. The alien noise that accompanied her words was a weapon, and the hunter was no fool. The hunter flipped the weapon about in her hand, holding the barrel instead of the grip.

She had stopped, waiting to see what the woman would do. There was no way she was getting rid of her weapon, not with that little creature about. A blade in her throat was the last thing she needed.

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Rihannon soon had no choice as she let the revolver clatter to the floor, though she was sure to let it fall away from where ever her sister's excrement might flow. An icy glare did she share with those who now threatened her, raising her hands to the back of her heard, threading her fingernails into her tightly wound brown hair. "Rihannon. Bounty hunter. License HK-229. I have my papers if you want to see them." She did, but she doubted they even cared.

"... or you can go on protecting that fugitive." Rihannon refused to look to Minix, afraid of what she might see in those eyes.

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Rihannon remained where she stood, returning all the cold air that the others gave her. Were it that all those who would do good on this world treated with such disgust, Rihannon wondered how they could even be considered civilized. Evil beget evil, Minix knew that more than any. Then she spoke.

Those words, that language... it had been years since she heard that voice, the brown eyes of the hunter finally venturing to her little sister at her pleas. She hadn't seen her in so long, but to react so mechanically to pursue her death... it was disturbing.

"He's dead, Minix."

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Rihannon remained, eying the police officers that had entered the establishment as she struggled to subdue the whirlwind that attacked her heart again. To hear Minix's voice was ethereal, one of their kind... but to know she would never hear his voice again redoubled her conviction. An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth. She had stolen her love away from her, her life.

It was the least she could do in return.

"You want answers?" Snapped the woman, not shifting her gaze from her sister as she spat, "She is my sister, and she slew my Rhand." To speak that forced her to quake, her heart unprepared for the name again. Rihannon hadn't seen his face in so long... "W-wanted for murder, decreed by the Amurite Union."

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Rihannon glared again at those assembled, her hands still behind her head, shooting him daggers. To think that she, of all people, was being interrogated by the law. It took all she had not to reach out and strike any of them. She too had papers, papers that none of them could read. The script in which those papers were written was rather alien, comprised almost entirely of pictographs.

Seconds after her second outburst Minix decided to make a run for it, the fire in Rihannon's eyes turning to a veritable inferno as she was held against her will as her quarry, her sister, escaped. She couldn't resist the desire to be rid of that burden that hung over her so readily, charging to detain her sister as best she could. The police had different ideas.

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Rihannon held fast by the officers, Rihannon was unable to avoid the coming blow. The staff's energy coursed through her before she crumpled to the ground unconscious.

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Rihannon strode into the bar as subtly as she figured proper, soft clicks of her boots' heel plates ringing on the cold floor of the establishment. Again was her hand resting on the pistol at her hip, though she had no immediate desire to see it utilized. It seemed that several other patrons currently inhabited the place, and with nonchalant eyes did she glance over their forms, mentally noting on each as she did.

Curious. There always was something of a crowd here. A quiet vigil did she set herself to at the bar's counter, the synthetic leather accents of her armor providing meek squeaks at the movement of her lithe form.

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Rihannon sat in a corner of the place as she always did, rather nonchalant at observing most of the patrons. Few ever did prove themselves worthy of a glance or two at most, though she would admit that, if she saw herself, she wouldn't think too much. Rihannon wasn't looking for the norm. The norm rarely did bear a bounty on their head, after all.

If there was anything that did catch her eye, it was one Tria Mavros, who leveled a sidearm on another woman in the establishment. Rather brash, and calm, if she read her right. She seemed to be something of an old-hand at this, Rihannon raising an eye-brow as she considered it. She'd have to speak to this young woman if things managed to calm down after this little tussle.

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The situation in the bar had devolved into something of a mess, Rihannon doing her best to slip out before the chaos gripped the place too severely. Of course she did trail Tria, the other Scatterran having caught her eye in the bar, doing her best to follow her without drawing much attention to herself.

Of course, one armed and armored bounty hunter proved little note when such a drastic event as now plagued Terra raged. Though she had to admit to herself, part of her wondered what profit lay in this. Of course, Rihannon did so despise invaders of any kind. Such was for naught, however, as she watched her fascination drop into a locale she didn't entirely feel comfortable with.

So she waited, and wait she did until a single mech did emerge. There was no way of telling whether it was the woman from before, but waiting wasn't going to accomplish anything, not with the fascists looking to claim the world for themselves. Thus did the woman find herself in its path, idly inspecting it with a hand atop the pistol at her hip, the other softly gesturing for it to stop.

A bold move, but one that she had little issue making, her hand changing from an open palm to an extended thumb, gesturing to the rather dismal scene that unfolded about them. Mind if I hitch a ride? She asked mentally, not bothering to speak to the occupant encased in armor.

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"Got any room?" She gestured to the war machine that had managed its way forth, Rihannon's eyes temporarily leaving the 'head' to examine its legs, tracing up its sturdy form to the arms which it bore. "I could use a lift." To put it lightly.

Of course, the worst kind of ride did beat the best kind of walking, and riding with this one would prove better than the worst.

"A spare turret?" Her eyes dashed to the coaxial for a moment before returning to what she believed were the optics. "If you need a gunner."

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Rihannon stepped to at Tria's acceptance, quickly maneuvering about to the rear of the vessel and climbing the appropriate means to arrive at the hatch. "Rather kind of you," She mused, "I'll put some gas into it for you." The hunter slipped into the machine, her lithe form easily finding itself at home in the cramped space, pleased to see that the system was already active.

"Let's not waste any time then, eh?" A quick diagnostic followed, the turret's Y and X axis responding positively. A respectable beast, but did it have the fire to accompany such looks?

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Rihannon did brace herself, though she was jarred a good deal, not expecting the sudden jump into the action that they had garnered. No doubt the scene was already rather hot, Rihannon spinning the turret about to cover their six, were it that any hostiles had managed to drop in behind in the chaos.

There were none, she was disappointed to see, or rather, not see.

"Are they just going to toss shells at us or actually fight?" She certainly doubted it, the sovraks rarely did have the audacity to face anything on equal footing, much less face-to-face.

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Rihannon kept a swivel on her position, her eyes alert for hostiles, almost not noticing the pilot's attempt to contact her. It seemed that the fight was beyond their reach, at least for the moment. "... I'm fine, just a little shaken. Still no bandits." At least none that she could see.

This maneuver to keep the transports moving made them vulnerable and a deal slower, both attributes she cared little for. "We're asking for it like this, you know?"

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Rihannon emerged from the small compartment she'd relegated herself to for the majority of the engagement, shooting Tria a glance as he hefted herself from the hatch, resting as she sat on the edge of it. With legs dangling still in the hatch, she offered the other woman something of a smile, letting her gaze rest on her coaxial for a moment as she did. "Not too bad, I'd say."

Of course, nothing she did was too bad. Otherwise she'd be dead.

The stretch she soon engaged herself in evoked a sigh from her depths. "... I don't suppose there's anything I need to do?"

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Rihannon offered her own slight laugh at that, recalling the sight of the Sovraks ripped apart by her station's armament. One might call it cruel to regard such a situation so lightly, she considered it only natural. Those who would force themselves on others deserved no other fate. "I'll see to it then," Rihannon mused, shooting the Technician nearby a glance.

"Where's the armory?" Her tone left little question as to her intent, no doubt she'd see the pilot compensated for saving her life... and liberate a case or two of ammunition for herself as well.

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She'd made her way in the indicated direction, dropping softly from the mech's back to the ground below, years of experience in her line of work made such matters rather simple to the Scatterran woman. Dealing with the bureaucracy of the Coalition, however, was another matter entirely. After a brief discourse with the Quartermaster, which for a moment certainly looked to turn rather unpleasant, Rihannon finally made her way to the ammunition she pursued.

Ferrying one at a time, the Hykan soon had the ammunition waiting near the rear of the craft, unseen were the few rounds she'd manage to conceal on her person, the very caliber that her sidearm utilized. Immoral possibly, but she'd likely be using it before long, and best to keep what money she had for something that needed it more. Moving to adjust one of her boots, Rihannon set a foot atop one of the cases, bending to tighten the grip of the thing on her foot.

Such was when she realized that even if she had moved the ammunition here, she have the faintest idea how to load it. "Hmm." Was all she had to say about it, leaving the matter to Tria, sure that the other woman would be back before long.

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Rihannon had decided to take a seat while she waited, figuring that she might as well take it easy if she was going to be here for a while. Just as she started to nod off, however, came something of a curious noise, though she didn't so much hear it as feel it, the stride of the machination that trailed behind Tria, if only slightly. The elder woman's eyes widened slightly, the sight proving to be one she had yet to meet yet in her travels.

Few powers boasted such automatons, and fewer still managed to be young pilots.

So did Rihannon rise, if only at the prospect of finding out more about whatever this was that the pilot had brought forth. "Rather impressive," She mused, crossing her arms as she took in the steel creature, "I'd ask to be introduced, but we haven't even had that pleasure ourselves." Rihannon offered a smile at such, careful to approach her slowly.

"I'm Rihannon." With a hand offered forth to shake, she introduced herself.

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"A pleasure, Tria." Rihannon stated, returning her grip, pleased to see that the pilot she had fallen in with had a worthy handshake. The Hykan did nod at the note of the beast behind her. Quite the matter indeed. She'd have to take a closer look at it, if Tria would allow her. "Of course. But, my aim?" She regarded the question with a deal of curiosity.

"Here and there, just practice." Lots of it, too. Almost too much, she might say, it'd be nice if she could be paid for a matter that didn't involve killing something. "Nothing professional though, not like yourself." She doubted she could have the patience for military life, the regimen certainly didn't suit her.

"... now I have to ask, where'd you find him?" She nodded towards her automaton, the rather powerful machine gripping a weapon far beyond her own capability.

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Built it? Impressive indeed, a pilot and an engineer, quite a useful combination of skillsets. Of course, the bounty hunter had no knowledge of her capsuleer nature, or much knowledge concerning capsuleers in general. "Built it? My..." She stepped to the side, to better look at it.

"What'd it cost you? The... development." No doubt it'd be expensive, almost as much, if not more, than all she had acquired across her career. "Automated soldier," She mouthed the words, eyes narrowing as her gaze took to the armament, considering how quickly it could acquire a target. "... you could probably contract him off for quite the pretty penny." And likely launch a new series of assault automatons. The powers that be would likely love to have something like this, were it that it was affordable.

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Rihannon took advantage of the moment, as Tria told, with the machine in passive to actually take a close look at it. Curious indeed, the thing looked both to meld the rag-tag appearance of a personal creation with the sturdiness of a carefully planned and assembled machine. "Eight and a half?" She asked, looking back to Tria as she did, "Quite a steep price, I hope it has the capability to back up such a pricetag."

Good that it was so expensive, otherwise people in her line of work might be in a bit of danger. No doubt the thing could wield the armament it bore with an effectiveness she couldn't hope to match. "I don't suppose you plan any more, do you?" She turned her eyes back to it, squinting as she examined the 'head'.