Janet Kais's Story

As the patrons in Gambit's Bar went about their own business, the peaceful atmosphere of the Bar was suddenly shattered by gunshots and screams from outside. The main door of Gambit's Bar then flew open, to which a Yautja was thrown into the Bar, smashing several tables in the process.

Janet, Y-You don't understand! I thought the intel was correct! I... I didn't think that Weyland-Yutani would try and betray you!

The Yautja cried.

Well, I'm sorry to say this, but your intel was wrong "Scarface". Because of W-Y's betrayal, I lost 25K from that job and a lot of my clients. Does it look like I'm fucking happy?

A woman said, entering the bar. She walked up to "Scarface" and picked up the defenceless Yautja and punched him in the face, before throwing him into the jukebox, causing it to break. Janet then walked up to "Scarface" and grabbed him by the throat.

Now listen here, you ugly fuck. I'm not going to kill you, but I'm taking your ship and your weapons to make up for the gear and shuttle that I lost on that W-Y job. You better not think about coming near me again and if you were to even contact me, I won't hesitate to fucking kill you myself. Are we clear "Scarface"?

Janet said to the Yautja in a threating tone.

Yes. Now please, let me go. I won't come near you or contact you again.

"Scarface" said. As he was put down, Janet punched him in the gut, knocking him out.

Sorry. Had to do it. I know what you Yautja are like.

Janet said as she picked up the Yautja's gear. She then dragged "Scarface" outside of Gambit's Bar into the rain and threw him into a pile of trash bags. Janet then re-entered the Bar and approached the stunned bartender, before slipping a large wad of Credits.

Here. For the damages. And try to forget this happened.

Janet said. She then exited the bar and started walking. She then took out her PDA, before scrolling to the app "Dark Legion".

Password is Blackbird.

Janet said as she was presented with a password screen. With the password entered, she was brought to a screen where Mercenaries like Janet would take jobs.

Welcome back Janet. You have 1 new message. Shall I open it for you?

A voice (Which Janet had nicknamed "Shep") said as Janet arrived at the screen.

No thanks "Shep". I'll read them later. But right now, I need the location of a Yautja ship. One of my contacts "gave" it to me. He didn't say where it was though.

Janet said to the AI, before asking "Shep" where the ship was.

"Shep" did a 5-Mile radius scan of Yautja ships, before replying to Janet's question.

I've pinpointed 2 Yautja ships in a location 5-Mile radius. One is owned by a Yautja called "Scarface". The other is not matched on any vehicle database on Terra.

"Shep" replied, before marking the locations of the nearby Yautja ships on Janet's map.

Thanks "Shep". I'll investigate them now. I'll speak to you later. Janet out.

Janet replied, before closing "Dark Legion". Hoping that one of the ship's would help her get off-world, she started heading to the locations.

The man watched in relative silence as his somewhat deep thoughtful reflection was suddenly interrupted by what appeared to be one of the ugliest Xenos he had seen in quite some time fly through the bar and into some tables.

Drinks flew in every direction, with some splattering onto Raphael's table, and all over his somewhat nice jacket.

He had been on the run for what seemed like years, since IMPSOC took power, deposing his family from their lofty position within Imperial Aschen society. The numerous crimes he had been allowed to get away with inevitably came back to haunt him under the new administration, branded an enemy of the state, he was forced to flee Aschen space and hide in the uncharted territories.

Until he found himself on Terra once more, having been forced to stay upon getting word of the Aschen fleet establishing a cordon around the local star cluster.

The last thing he needed was an Imperial Entanglement.

So he watched the Yautja and Janet with mild annoyance, with all the commotion, they ran the risk of drawing the attention of the IIA spies that were no doubt in the area, so he growled, while reaching one hand to his belt, where a holstered disruptor pistol sat ready for use.

He watched her interrogate the creature, and then throw it back out of the bar, he scoffed lightly, and watched her come back into the bar.

He listened intently, this newcomer was looking for something, Raphael chuckled to himself though; any attempts to leave the system ran the high risk of being intercepted by Aschen patrols, this woman would need his help. They could both get off planet, and Raphael could find a new hiding place before the noose closed.

As Janet started to leave, Raphael paid for his drink quietly, two gold Aureus coins, and a five cubit note would surely settle the tab.

Slowly, Raphael stood, smoothing down his dark colored jacket, brushing some of the excess liquid, and started after her.

The motivations that people have for their actions aren’t always apparent, even to themselves. Often, we find ourselves questioning our own actions even as we do them. This was the case as Meg Sanderson pulled open the door to Gambits. Even as her hand snaked out to grasp the handle, Meg’s brows furrowed and she wondered just what the hell she was doing. Visiting Wing City was dangerous enough. Why did she feel compelled to return to her own personal Ground Zero? Her therapist would have a field day with this, but Meg couldn’t decide whether Dr. Brown would consider it progress or regression.

The last time she’d been to Wing City, she’d been an entirely different person. As she briefly scanned the occupants of the bar, she held the door open politely for those who were about to exit. Her lips curled into a distracted and polite smile that never quite made its way to her eyes as she stood, holding the door for Raphael and Janet.

Wait! Is that…?

Her smile drooped slightly as she thought she recognized the male.

Stop. You’re so afraid of seeing him, you’re going to see him in everyone. But… he looks a lot like… No, there’s no way. He can’t be… But what if he is?

Meg swallowed as she held the door, studying Raphael McGregor as discreetly as possible.

Even if he is who you think he might be, he would never recognize you. Nobody would recognize you… But what if you didn’t change enough? What if you really aren’t as unrecognizable as you think? This was a terrible idea. You should just leave. Go back. Get out of Wing City. Get away from this place. But… if you leave right now, he’ll notice. You’ll look suspicious. Just… be cool, Elise. Be cool. Smile. Let him leave and then get a drink. Or just leave through the back door. Just… be cool and smile.

Meg smiled.