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Cassandra Winter

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

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After growing up in a less than perfect household, Cassandra turned to a life of hard drugs and alcohol abuse to solve her pain. Growing up in a small town where everyone knows everything but how the bullet holes ended up on their own fridge, her grandparents heard about Cassandra's self medication and took her far away from her parents, who had been so caught up in their fighting they didn't even notice she had been taken away until her grandmother called to let them know they had gotten home safely.

Skip ahead to a few years, she had finished college, gotten her doctorate in Veterinary Medicine, specializing in exotics and venomous species, the scars on her arms and stomach tell the story of many victories in subduing any animal you can think of. A vial of venom is always on her hip, accompanied by her 9mm, always concealed in it's holster.

So begins...

Cassandra Winter's Story

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Character Portrait: Sire Mollem McGregor Character Portrait: Raphael E. McGregor Character Portrait: Gabrielle LeBeau Character Portrait: Graeme Snale Character Portrait: Meg Sanderson Character Portrait: Cassandra Winter
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Cassandra didn't really know what to do or say in this whole exchange, being as innocent as she was she had no idea what was going on, "I mean, we could stay for one more drink" she said, plucking a straw from the caddy and brought it to her lips and began chewing on the black plastic, watching the argument continue. "I don't see many fights anymore" she said, sticking the straw to one side.

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Character Portrait: Sire Mollem McGregor Character Portrait: Raphael E. McGregor Character Portrait: Gabrielle LeBeau Character Portrait: Graeme Snale Character Portrait: Meg Sanderson Character Portrait: Cassandra Winter
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Gabrielle snapped her head up at the sounds permeating the bar. Focusing in on the different patrons, she narrowed her eyes, feeling like she knew some of the men that were in the bar, but wasn't sure why. That musing was pushed out for the moment, refusing to let the situation get anymore tense. Sliding to her feet, she slammed both hands down onto the counter of the bar and cleared her throat. "I could give two shits about what your beef is with each other and I don't care if you blow each other away, but I suggest you take it outside. NOW." The teen narrowed her eyes and reached beneath the counter for one of the weapons stashed below, but didn't quite pull it out yet.

"I will not repeat myself again." Gabby squared her shoulders, trying to make herself as much of a threat as possible.

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Character Portrait: Sire Mollem McGregor Character Portrait: Raphael E. McGregor Character Portrait: Gabrielle LeBeau Character Portrait: Graeme Snale Character Portrait: Meg Sanderson Character Portrait: Cassandra Winter
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Mollem was close, dangerously close to squeezing the trigger of the weapon and driving a charged particle beam through both of them. But that would do little good, killing them would draw undue attention and inevitably lead to his incarceration.

He had them both lined up in his sights, square on, but the shouts of the woman who owned the bar, and Megs attempt to placate him broke through, his thumb brushed a switch and the weapon clicked, he promptly lowered the muzzle of the weapon as Meg moved ever closer.

He slid it back into the holster, and secured the weapon before looking down at the floor to the bar.

"I lost everything, my home, my money, everything." He muttered. "I've been betrayed by my own people, torn down by the very country which I've bled and served for decades."

He sighed and slowly shook his head. "You have no reason to hide, it's me they're after... you're just going to turn me in. I hear Prince put a bounty on me so large, I can't go near a civilized system."


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Shaking his head, Raphael slowly lowered himself into a chair besides Cassandra, placing a 500 cubit banknote on the table.

"Order whatever you like, drinks are on me." He said, moving closer intent on sealing the deal.

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Character Portrait: Sire Mollem McGregor Character Portrait: Raphael E. McGregor Character Portrait: Gabrielle LeBeau Character Portrait: Graeme Snale Character Portrait: Meg Sanderson Character Portrait: Cassandra Winter
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When Mollem lowered the pistol and switched it off, Meg finally allowed herself a breath. She looked back at Graeme to ensure that he was okay and tried to send him a small smile to let him know that she had the situation under control. She wasn't sure that was necessarily true, but she wanted to convey it anyway.

She sent the same small smile to Gabrielle, holding a hand out to try to let her know that the situation seemed to have de-escalated.

Finally she turned her attention back to Mollem. "I know how it feels to lose everything," she said, almost compassionately. "Come. Sit." She attempted to guide him to a chair at the table she'd recently vacated, a fresh whiskey and Ambrosia waiting for them. "Drink with me. For old time's sake."

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Character Portrait: Sire Mollem McGregor Character Portrait: Raphael E. McGregor Character Portrait: Gabrielle LeBeau Character Portrait: Graeme Snale Character Portrait: Meg Sanderson Character Portrait: Cassandra Winter
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Graeme watched in amazement as the woman got the crazy dude to lower the weapon. “That’s some straight-up Jurassic World raptor voodoo right there,” he commented to nobody in particular, spreading his hands out to his side and crouching slightly in an emulation of the iconic scene from the movie. “Chick’s got balls.” He nodded appreciatively at her smile in his direction and made his way back to the bar, placing himself a distance away from Raphael and Cassandra.

Tapping on the counter, he requested a new drink. “I almost died jus’ now. I think ‘at deserves ‘nother scotch.” He glanced over to Cassandra and Raphael and rolled his eyes at the impressive monetary denomination lying on the counter. “Yep, lost th’ pretty one,” he muttered to himself. “Lost th’ pretty one t’the douchecicle and almost got shot by his frien’ while tryin’ t’save some crazy masochistic raptor voodoo chick.” He shook his head and took a swallow of the amber liquid. “M’therapist’s gonna love this ‘un.” He shifted his voice into a higher octave, mimicking his therapist – still muttering to himself: “’And exact’ly ‘ow much did you drink, Graeme? How stoned were ya? What did you learn?’”

He frowned to himself briefly before turning to watch Cassandra and Raphael. “I ain’t lost th’ pretty one yet,” he muttered.

Tossing the drink back, he requested another drink before steeling his resolve and approaching the two again. “I jus’ realized,” he commented casually to Cassandra, turning his back against the bar and hooking his elbows on the top. “I almos’ died without askin’ if ya’d like t’hit th' boardwalk sometime - ride th' Ferris Wheel, eat too much cotton candy, play carnival games.” He pointed his chin toward the large sum of money Raphael was flaunting. “I can see that yer busy now, but if yer int’rested, I’d like t’have th’ ‘portunity t’take ya out sometime. No expectations.” He took a swallow of his drink. “Y’ain’t gotta put out er nothin’. I jus’ wanna bask in yer smile.”

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Character Portrait: Sire Mollem McGregor Character Portrait: Raphael E. McGregor Character Portrait: Gabrielle LeBeau Character Portrait: Graeme Snale Character Portrait: Meg Sanderson Character Portrait: Cassandra Winter
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Cassandra, not being used to the attention of so many people, didn't know what to do. She looked at the money, "Are you sure?" she asked, tilting her head to the side a bit. She could hear her phone buzzing, as quietly as she could, she pushed the lock button on the side to quiet the buzzing and ignore the call.

"I have only been to a carnival once in my entire life, but it was a bad memory that I would rather not relive" she said quietly trying not to let her voice crack. She eyed the liquor behind the bar tender, silently going over the drink combinations in her head, for a while she worked as a bartender, drink combinations were well known to her, but she didn't want to make the tender work too hard, or do an overly complicated drink so she'd probably settle for a martini.

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Character Portrait: Sire Mollem McGregor Character Portrait: Raphael E. McGregor Character Portrait: Gabrielle LeBeau Character Portrait: Graeme Snale Character Portrait: Meg Sanderson Character Portrait: Cassandra Winter
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Things were far tenser than she liked and Gabrielle kept her shoulders squared back to ensure she remained as large as a presence as possible. When Mollem finally secured his weapon, she flopped back down in her seat and exhaled deeply. Snatching her can off the counter, she resumed sipping on it while continuing to study the patrons, finally recognizing Mollem. She softly swore, but made a quick mental note not to poke the lion again, at least not for the moment. As long as he didn't do anything else threatening, she would let dead dogs die.

"Good. Everyone get a drink and be merry." She spoke up, nodding to the bartender that this round of drinks would be on the house.

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Character Portrait: Sire Mollem McGregor Character Portrait: Raphael E. McGregor Character Portrait: Gabrielle LeBeau Character Portrait: Graeme Snale Character Portrait: Meg Sanderson Character Portrait: Cassandra Winter
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Mollem was suspicious, silently staring at Meg wondering what she was up too, but he slowly lowered himself into the chair and glared at her, before he heaved a sigh and looked down to his drink.

"It's not worth it anymore anyway... it's all overrated... but why would you want to have a drink after all I've done?" He asked, tilting his head slightly. "I sent my most trusted servant to kill you, I turned an entire nation against you, and yet here you are." Mollem said, staring at his drink.

"You poisoned my drink and you're hoping I'll take it and drop dead, right here in front of you." He said flatly.

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"She hates carnivals, get lost Crackerboy." Raphael said to Graeme, before flashing some more of the colorful Aschen banknotes, dropping them on the table along with an assortment of gold, and silver square shaped coins.

"See? It's guys like that, that make the worst boyfriends. He wants to take you to some cheesy carnival, bask in your smile, and all that nonsense; but someone like me? Have you ever walked on the moon? You and me, we could share a martini on the fucking moon." Raphael said, digging his proverbial claws into his catch.

"You like sunsets? How about a sunset on an alien world millions of light years away." He said smiling. "My home planet, Langara, is one of the most beautiful worlds in this Galaxy, and the cuisine is exquisite, you like Gyros? There's a place in Caprica City that makes the best Gyros, just like the ancients would have made them."

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Character Portrait: Sire Mollem McGregor Character Portrait: Raphael E. McGregor Character Portrait: Gabrielle LeBeau Character Portrait: Graeme Snale Character Portrait: Meg Sanderson Character Portrait: Cassandra Winter
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Meg took a seat at the table across from Mollem, lifting her whiskey to her lips as she watched his struggle. Her face betrayed no emotion at all. Funny… she’d been terrified when she’d recognized Raphael – terrified that she’d be dragged back to Mollem, to the Aschen, to everything she had hidden from for so long… yet here she was sitting across the table from the one person in the universe that she dreaded seeing.

Funny how things work out, isn’t it?

She watched as Mollem slowly lowered himself into the chair. She watched as the suspicion played across his face. She watched as he lamented about everything he’d lost. She watched as he practically accused her of poisoning him.

And she sat still for a long moment, silent and impassive. She wondered to herself whether, if she waited long enough, he would drink from the glass he suspected to be poisoned. After a handful of long pensive seconds, she reached across the table and wrapped her hand around Mollem’s glass, lifting it to her lips and taking a large drink while staring into Mollem’s eyes. She didn’t break eye contact as she set the glass down and slid it back across the table toward him.

“Why would I poison you?” she asked, resting her elbows on the table and lacing her fingers beneath her chin. “You sent me to be trained. You know that I could kill you with my bare hands if that is what I truly wanted… and probably faster than you could react. Why would I poison you when I could wrap my own hands around your neck and snap it before your son realized what was happening?” Despite the threat in her words, her tone was nonthreatening – almost pleasant. “I wouldn’t poison you, Mollem. If I were to kill you, I wouldn’t do it like a coward.” She smiled. “I’d make sure you were looking me in the eyes.”

She leaned back in the chair, crossing one arm over her chest, and held the whiskey to her lips with the other hand. “And don’t be so melodramatic.” She crossed her legs. “So you’ve lost everything – your money, your home, your people, your position? So what?” She abruptly uncrossed her legs and leaned over the table, lowering her voice so he would have no choice but to listen carefully to hear her. “You survived. You’re alive.”

Meg leaned back once more, resuming her posture of indifference. “We have more in common now than ever, darling.”

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Character Portrait: Sire Mollem McGregor Character Portrait: Raphael E. McGregor Character Portrait: Gabrielle LeBeau Character Portrait: Graeme Snale Character Portrait: Meg Sanderson Character Portrait: Cassandra Winter Character Portrait: Judge Dredd (2012 Version)
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  1. I originally planned for Dredd to approach Mollem, Raphael, Gabrielle, Graeme, Meg & Cassandra to ask for info on one of my characters. I decided not to go through with the idea and iinstead had this post.

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The main enterance of Gambit's Bar opened, and in walked Judge Joseph Dredd. He walked over to the bar, showed his Judge's badge to the Bartender and began to speak.

I'm on-duty, so I won't need a drink. But I do need information. A Yautja was assaulted here by a member of the "Dark Legion" terrorist organization a few days ago. I also heard that the suspect was a woman who had been "killed" in a bombing three years prior. I'm therefore asking for anyone with information on this woman to come forward as she is armed and extremely dangerous. If this woman comes here again, inform the Judge's immediately.


Dredd then looked around, noticing several damaged items in the far right corner of Gambit's Bar. The most visable was the Jukebox that was beyond repair. Psi-Judge Schaefer's report mentioned that the Jukebox was damaged in the attack when the Yautja was thrown into it.

Walking up to the Jukebox, Dredd noticed a note on the Jukebox. He looked at it:

To whichever Judge finds this first,
We know you've been onto us for the past year. We know that the end is near. But it won't be for the "Dark Legion". We make our own futures. And yours will end soon.
J.K.


Dredd pulled out an evidence bag and placed the note in, knowing that the forensic division could determine if Janet Kais had actually written the note, or if it was some prankster who had decided to cash in on the "Dark Legion" craze.

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Character Portrait: Sire Mollem McGregor Character Portrait: Raphael E. McGregor Character Portrait: Gabrielle LeBeau Character Portrait: Graeme Snale Character Portrait: Meg Sanderson Character Portrait: Cassandra Winter Character Portrait: Judge Dredd (2012 Version)
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Graeme looked thoughtfully at Cassandra and Raphael for a moment. His eyes landed on the money that Raphael was flaunting. The cocky swagger, the over-indulgence, the over-compensation. Graeme couldn’t help chuckling to himself at Raphael’s words, but Cassandra’s words dampened Graeme’s mirth.

“I’m sorry t’hear ya’ve had a bad ‘sperience,” he said solemnly. “In my ‘pinion, ain’t nothin’ better ‘an th’ lights an’ sounds an’ smells of a good carnival atmosphere. Ain’t been to a real carnival in years, but th’ boardwalk is a pretty fun time.” He could tell Cassandra simply wasn’t interested, and he wanted to bow out respectfully without giving Raphael the satisfaction of feeling like he’d won.

“Eh, maybe I would be a bad boyfrien’,” he started, shrugging nonchalantly. “I’d be th’ type to try to replace bad memories rather ‘an tryin’ t’ buy yer time an’ attention. Kinda makes ya wonder why a guy with so much cash is so desperate t’impress ya.”

At that moment, Graeme’s phone rang and he held up a finger, silently thanking a God he didn’t believe in for the excuse to wander away. “’Scuse me,” he muttered, turning from them and answering the phone. “Snale,” he said, pronouncing it “Snah-lee.”

Crap. It was his landlord.

Again.

“Ah! Mr. Jenkins! ‘Ow nice’a ya t’call! Ya musta got my message ‘bout th’ rat I found swimmin’ in m’toilet this mornin’.”

And with that, Graeme wandered away to a quiet corner of the bar, drink in hand, trying to think of a way to get the landlord off the phone without having to promise to cough up dough he didn’t have.

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Character Portrait: Sire Mollem McGregor Character Portrait: Raphael E. McGregor Character Portrait: Gabrielle LeBeau Character Portrait: Graeme Snale Character Portrait: Meg Sanderson Character Portrait: Cassandra Winter Character Portrait: Judge Dredd (2012 Version)
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Cassandra felt bad that he had to leave, but turned her full attention to Raphael who was trying really hard to get her attention. "How about watching the sunset on the water here?" she suggested, looking hopefully at him, then at the bar tender, "I'll have a vodka and redbull" she ordered, and took the right amount from the pile on the table, along with a small tip.

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Character Portrait: Sire Mollem McGregor Character Portrait: Raphael E. McGregor Character Portrait: Gabrielle LeBeau Character Portrait: Graeme Snale Character Portrait: Meg Sanderson Character Portrait: Cassandra Winter Character Portrait: Judge Dredd (2012 Version)
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Gabrielle glanced up when a figure walked through the door before he walked over to the counter. He spoke about someone being assaulted in the bar a few days ago. She didn't remember that incident, but hadn't exactly been around a lot lately. So, while it could have happened, she wouldn't be any help to him. Shrugging a little, the teen swept her fingers through her hair, pushing the locks out of her face.

"Sorry, no idea what you're talking about. What bombing three years ago?" Gabby queried, brow arching a little before sighing as he walked over to the Jukebox. Sighing softly, she went back to drinking her Mountain Dew and just watched the Patrons silently.

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Character Portrait: Sire Mollem McGregor Character Portrait: Raphael E. McGregor Character Portrait: Gabrielle LeBeau Character Portrait: Graeme Snale Character Portrait: Meg Sanderson Character Portrait: Cassandra Winter Character Portrait: Judge Dredd (2012 Version) Character Portrait: Vincent Sequester
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Vincent pushed open the doors to the bar and, without looking at any of the patrons, strode over to the furthest table from the entrance as possible, and sat down, placing his head in his hands, trying to alleviate his splitting headache. He remained like that for a couple seconds, before straightening and glowering around at his surroundings. The place was largely empty, a few clients here and there, and a couple of teens standing by the bar, talking. One guy split off from the other two and started talking animatedly on his phone.
He coughed and snapped his fingers, one by one, as he mentally argued with himself over whether an alcoholic drink would numb his headache or make it worse...he couldn't decide.
As he watched, one of the guys at the bar began to walk towards the jukebox, doubtlessly to play some loud, raucous song.
Vincent rolled his eyes. This is going to work wonders on my headache.

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Character Portrait: Sire Mollem McGregor Character Portrait: Raphael E. McGregor Character Portrait: Gabrielle LeBeau Character Portrait: Graeme Snale Character Portrait: Meg Sanderson Character Portrait: Cassandra Winter Character Portrait: Judge Dredd (2012 Version) Character Portrait: Vincent Sequester
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As Dredd zipped up the evidence bag with the note, he recieved a call from his Judge Radio. He answered it.

Dredd here. What's the situation?
Dredd asked.

We've a 10-65 at the Old Slumwalks Theater. I repeat, we've an Armed Robbery/Hostage Situation at the Old Slumwalks Theater. Suspects are armed with Assault Rifles & are holding ten builders with a ransom of 10,000,000 Credits. Several unit's are on-site, with a SWAT team standing by to storm the building.
The Radio Operator replied.

Don't have the SWAT team storm the Theater. They'll get the hostages killed. Stall them for 10 minutes, as I'm on-route. Dredd out.
Dredd said on radio, before placing it into his pouch. He rushed outside, leaped onto his motorbike, and sped off towards the Old Slumwalks Theater.

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Character Portrait: Sire Mollem McGregor Character Portrait: Raphael E. McGregor Character Portrait: Gabrielle LeBeau Character Portrait: Graeme Snale Character Portrait: Meg Sanderson Character Portrait: Cassandra Winter Character Portrait: Judge Dredd (2012 Version) Character Portrait: Vincent Sequester
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Vincent watched as a large, colorfully-armored man ran out of the bar, and wrinkled his nose in disdain as the loud growling noise of a motorcycle engine split the air. There was a screeching of wheels, and then the noise was gone. The quiet chatter of the bar resumed as Vincent suddenly felt a buzzing in his left pocket. He rolled his eyes and reached into the over-sized pocket, retrieving an ancient Nokia phone, which he flipped open. A single line of pixelated text stared back at him:

"New grl in twn. snding her ur way. be nice."

Vincent scowled at the name of the sender. Dexter. That idiot happy-go-lucky nephew of his was always sending him people who were new to the Multiverse. He had no idea how Dexter managed to find them, but he found them nonetheless.
He thought about texting a negative reply back to Dexter, but he knew that it was probably already too late. The moron was going to give the girl one of his one-use, push-button teleporters with Vincent's exact coordinates, and zap her straight to him. At this point, there was no escape.
He signed resignedly and leaned back in his chair, waiting for the girl to appear. The idiot hadn't even thought to give him her name.

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Character Portrait: Sire Mollem McGregor Character Portrait: Raphael E. McGregor Character Portrait: Gabrielle LeBeau Character Portrait: Graeme Snale Character Portrait: Meg Sanderson Character Portrait: Cassandra Winter Character Portrait: Judge Dredd (2012 Version) Character Portrait: Vincent Sequester
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Molten stared at Meg in silence, picking up the glass of Ambrosia and swirling it around in the cup, looking at the sweet emerald green liquid and the small cubes of ice that bobbed around in the beverage.

"I never told you this, but everything I did to you, while cruel was intended to make you stronger, prepare you to take care of yourself and run the Empire in the event my political influence became threatened, a good emperor needed a strong, but firm right hand; I felt you had betrayed me, and when Kianna came along she pushed the right buttons, and I sent the state after you." Mollem said calmly, before turning to a waiter and asking the channel on the TV be changed.

The television was changed to an Aschen media channel, and the timing couldn't be more right, as the colorful Judge walked into the bar asking information, the Aschen News anchor was seated next to a portrait of Mollem.

"... The Ministry of Law is offering a two hundred and fifty thousand cubit reward, for information leading to the arrest of Arch-Traitor Mollem McGregor... And now Jimma with sports..."

Mollem grimaced and turned to ignore the television set, watching some kind of new Authority figure. The Aschen Empire never recognized any laws beyond its own, and that often lead to tense international relations and even outright conflict.

"Someone is eventually going to come for me, I won't expect you to do anything to stop them, I'm glad you're doing moderately well; Elise." He said, after some odd sense of clarity.


He looked at the Judge one more time with disdain, and then turned back to Meg. "Since when did cops here start looking like freaks."
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Raphael merely shrugged, before he ordered himself a Leonis Estates aged whiskey, another popular Aschen drink.

"Here, huh? Anywhere in the Galaxy and you want to watch the sunset here." He said, rubbing his chin.

"I can do that."

He always had a way with women, whether it was flashing cash, or offering to give them a ride in his ship, he always seemed to be able to land them, except the one he truly loved.

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Character Portrait: Sire Mollem McGregor Character Portrait: Raphael E. McGregor Character Portrait: Gabrielle LeBeau Character Portrait: Graeme Snale Character Portrait: Meg Sanderson Character Portrait: Cassandra Winter Character Portrait: Judge Dredd (2012 Version) Character Portrait: Vincent Sequester
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Meg sipped her drink and realized that she should probably slow down with the alcohol. It gave her something to do with her hands, something to keep them from shaking or balling into fists or fidgeting, but the alcohol was starting to go to her head. That was the last thing she wanted. In this situation, with this man sitting in front of her, Meg needed a clear head. His presence alone was making it hard enough for her.

She eyed the TV, watching with interest as the anchor announced the reward for information leading to Mollem’s arrest. “They must not want you too badly,” she quipped, dryly. “It’s only a quarter million.”

At his comment about the Judge, Meg glanced over. “Haven’t they always?” she asked. “And when did people in Gambits actually stop fighting at the request of security? Especially being a teenage girl?” She shook her head. “I haven’t been here in years. It doesn’t feel like the same place. I remember the first time I walked into this bar…” Meg trailed off, lost in the memories of another person, another time. “It was so dirty.”

Flagging down a passing waitress, Meg requested a glass of ice water. As she went to fetch the requested beverage, Meg studied Mollem intently. “You’re something, you know?” she chuckled, shaking her head. “You’re justifying your cruelty. You intended to make me stronger? You were grooming me to be your right hand? And then what? You threw me away. Sent the state after me. Sent that woman after me. You tried to have me killed. Wanted me executed. All because I fell in love with someone else.” The waitress returned with the water and Meg threw back the remainder of the whiskey before handing off her other glass and shaking her head at the offer of another. She needed to be clearheaded. When the waitress left again, Meg turned to Mollem. “If you weren’t in the position you’re in right now, you’d have me hauled away, tortured and executed, wouldn’t you? If you still had your power, your home, your money, your job, you’d have me erased. Wouldn’t you?”

Meg lowered her eyes to the water, wrapping one hand around the glass and toying with the straw with her other hand. “The only thing stopping you is the fact that you’re wanted, isn’t it? That nobody would follow your orders? That you’ve lost your credibility and your power?” She jutted her chin up to the television which was now playing a recap of the latest Pyramid game. “Give me one reason I shouldn’t turn you in? One reason I shouldn’t just kill you right here and end it all?” Despite the threat in her words, it was clear that this was not meant to be a threat. Meg was genuinely curious. She flattened her palms on the table. “Are you still too good to apologize?”

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Character Portrait: Sire Mollem McGregor Character Portrait: Raphael E. McGregor Character Portrait: Gabrielle LeBeau Character Portrait: Graeme Snale Character Portrait: Meg Sanderson Character Portrait: Cassandra Winter Character Portrait: Judge Dredd (2012 Version) Character Portrait: Vincent Sequester
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While his landlord screamed in his ear about something or other, Graeme stood off to the side of all the action and mini-conversations taking place within the bar. He scanned the groups of people – Cassandra and Raphael, the crazy raptor voodoo chick and the psychotic man that had threatened him earlier, the weird Judge guy and the teenager who seemed to run the place, the lone man sitting by himself.

He glanced at the television briefly as his eyes roamed the room. He was already looking at something else when what he had seen on the television registered with him. He looked back, reading the subtitles as he stared at the image of the man on the screen. And then his eyes flicked down to the man who had flipped out earlier – the man who had pulled a weapon on him earlier – and then back up to the television. Two hundred fifty thousand?

“Uhhh,” he uttered, the noise cutting his landlord off mid-sentence. “Jenkins, I gotta call ya’ back. Business ‘portunity just knocked.”

Without waiting to see what, if anything, Mr. Jenkins had to say, Graeme hung up. He remained where he was - across the bar from the pair - sipping his drink, watching the pair and imagining (and rejecting) various scenarios in which he would be able to capitalize on this fortuitous coincidence.

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  1. The currency is mentioned, the Imperial Aschen Cubit.

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As Vincent waited for the girl to show up, he called over a waiter and ordered a Snakebite. As the waiter moved away to process the order, Vincent noticed one of the men, the one on his phone, staring transfixed at a nearby TV.
Probably some stupid sports match...why give it the time? Is it because everyone here is 'so' uninteresting that they feel compelled to stare at someone elses?
As he thought bitterly to himself, Vincent let his gaze wander over to the screen, hoping to justify himself.
His eyes narrowed immediately, and all thoughts fled his mind. The wanted criminal featured was worth two hundred fifty thousand Aschen cubits. He had never heard of the currency, but it sounded like a lot.
In any case, this was very interesting, indeed, because the face of the criminal looked extraordinarily familiar, and it also looked like the man who had first led him to the discovery had also recognized the wanted felon. Vincent's eyes slid over to join the man's source of attention.
The criminal was sitting less than one hundred away from him. Vincent casually looked away and wondered if he had loaded his Rendgun before leaving his sleazy motel room.

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Mollem idly watched the Pyramid match that the sports anchor was discussing on the television channel, but the mention of the reward, and the reaction of some of the patrons started to get him on edge. He figured it was time to get out of the bar, and find a new hideout.

Mollem sighed, looking up at Meg from his drink, he didn't know what to say, and he wasn't exactly the type to simply apologize.

He ran his hands on the wood grain of the table, considering his next words. "Kroger Haggai was a terrorist, an an enemy of the state; I could not bear to see you fall for him, so I did everything I could to stop it." Mollem admitted. "I could not simply have Kroger killed, so I did what I knew how."

Mollem listened to Meg's next words, and shook his head in response. "Would I? That's a loaded question. If I were still in power, I'd still be on Langara and we'd never cross paths. But let's consider the hypothetical." Mollem said.

His eyes were first on Graeme, and then Vincent, there was something unsettling by the way they looked at that television set, like they were going to try something, to try and cash in on the bounty the Empire took out.

Slowly leaning forward, Mollem answered Meg's last question.

"Because you neither have the strength, nor the will." Mollem replied. "And going back to the Empire to turn me in, would expose you as a deserter, and we both know what happens to deserters." Mollem said. "A short trial and a very public execution."

Mollem glanced around, sliding his hands into his pocket.

"Which is exactly why I'm not going back."

There was a whine, Mollem was powering his weapon again.

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Cassandra honestly had no idea what was going on, she was so innocent, being homeschooled in a small town, "So, I'm really embarrassed for asking this, but is this what people call a first date?" she asked, feeling herself turn just about, if not redder than her hair.

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Just as Juniper got to the door to the bar, her phone buzzed from her pocket before 'Folsom Prison Blues' began playing, pulling her phone out of her pocket, she rolled her eyes as she answered in her sweetest, most professional voice.
"Mr.Brown, I was wondering if you got my email about having everything on your desk, but since you're calling, I am assuming you did" she said sweetly as she opened the doors, after a few 'mum's' and 'I sees' her boss had finally finished up his normal rants about how everything everyone else does is insufficient she finally finished her end, "Yes sir, I will see you first thing in the afternoon, now I just got home, and have to check on the horses, I really must go now" hung up, turned her phone on silent and made her way to the bar.

"I'll have a mango margarita" she ordered as she sat beside a rather handsome man, once she received her drink, she set it down before telling the bar tender she'd be opening a tab.

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Oh gods, now there are women right next to him. Vincent thought angrily to himself. That was going to make his target considerably harder to neutralize. His eyes flicked back to...Sir Mollem McGregor...and he watched as McGregor's hand slipped into his pocket, and Vincent heard a low whine over the staccato talk of the bar. He was charging up a weapon, no doubt. Did he feel threatened? Had he seen the way the man on the phone had been looking at him? He suddenly felt cold inside. Had McGregor seen him?
He quickly unsheathed his Rendgun and laid it on his lap, under the table. His left leg began to bounce up and down as he scanned the bar patrons. Was there anyone else aside from the man who had seen the TV? Did McGregor have any bodyguards? Who was that woman he was talking to? An accomplice, maybe? Would this obscure empire pay him more if he brought in the both of them instead of just one? There was only one way to find out.

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Once finished with the can of Mountain Dew, Gabrielle tossed it into the green container meant for recycling. Her shoulders ached and she realized it was probably time to start working out again. It was a shame her sister had once again disappeared, but something told the teen that the elusive female would show up out of the blue again. Grumbling, Gabby leaned back and closed her eyes, trying to ignore the chatter coming from the television, though she did pick up on the blip about Mollem. Once upon a time she might have cared, but not after what happened to her when she was kidnapped. Sliding open her eyes, she glanced around once more, feeling the tension mounting again.

"Guess Gambit's isn't Gambit's without a damn fight or a murder or three." She muttered, reaching down to move one of the weapons closer to her just in case.

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Meg tilted her head from side to side, deliberately cracking her neck. Her eyes narrowed at the mention of Kroger. “You say Kroger was a terrorist, and an enemy of the state,” she started, her eyes shifting over toward the man with the phone, aware of his sudden interest in Mollem. “But let me ask you one thing, Mollem: Isn’t that what your people consider you now?” Her eyes shifted over to the other man, noticing his interest as well. She took a deep breath and turned her attention back to Mollem. “I loved Kroger Haggai,” she said, her voice taking on a deep tone of regret. “I absolutely loved him. And you just couldn’t stand that. You thought I belonged to you. I became a possession. That’s it. You did everything not because you loved me, but because you wanted to hurt him. So yes, your actions have indeed made me a stronger person. But they’ve also made me hard and bitter.” She lifted her glass of water to her lips. “And lonely.”

Her eyes shifted to Graeme again, and then again t Vincent. She heard the click and the whine from within Mollem’s pocket. “I’m not going back either, though perhaps the government would stay an execution order for me if I were to turn in their most wanted. I could gamble on the fact that they shouldn’t recognize me. I shouldn’t turn up in any of their systems. Everything that could identify me has been altered except for my DNA. They’d have no reason to even suspect I was anyone other than Meg Sanderson. As far as anyone is concerned, Elise Bradshaw disappeared completely.” She glanced to the television. “I highly doubt it though. They’ll still figure me out… see me as a deserter, and only a deserter. I’d hand you in, expecting lenience only to be made an example of. I’m not going to turn you in.” She flicked her eyes between the two once more, trying to calculate which posed more of a threat. Man, she wished she was armed. She lowered her voice and leaned across the table. “I don’t think that is going to help you right now,” she offered. “Perhaps it might be best to nonchalantly leave before a phone call can be made.” Her brows furrowed. “For both of us to leave.”

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