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Melinda Kwan

Ruthless underboss for the Black Hand Triad.

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

Description

Real Name: Melinda Kwan.
Alias(es): Shārén, The Lesbo.
Age: Unknown.
Birthdate: Unknown.
Zodiac: Unknown.
Race: Chinese. Hong Konger.
Species: Human(?).

Abilities:


Hong Kong Hustle: This ability allows Melinda to move at incredible speeds and display inhuman amounts of stamina and inhuman levels of agility. This along with her martial arts skills makes her very dangerous when facing a more unskilled or arrogant enemy. Especially those who focus on strength over speed.

So begins...

Melinda Kwan's Story

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Melinda stepped into the bar, several suited Asian men following right behind her. The bar was mostly empty, but a few people were hanging around. They had probably gotten off from work and were enjoying what peace they had in the bar before too many people arrived and the party really got started.

Melinda, who was dressed in an expensive black Gucci suit and Armani oxfords, swaggered up to the bar counter with her men. The woman was stoic as could be, the look in her eyes was that of a killer. Trained or untrained, that's all she was in the end. A killer.

Ruthless, cunning, quiet, and unflinching in her murders for her organization. She wasone of the only women to join and she was the highest ranked.

That meant she had money and she wasn't afraid to use it.

"Beers for my friends, myself, and the others in the bar." She said to the bartender, "And, you know what? A bottle of wine." The Triad woman said in an even tone. "Hurry up. Move." One of her men added, flashing a pistol at the bartender.

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Character Portrait: Braden O'Reilly Character Portrait: Melinda Kwan Character Portrait: Cassidy O'Reilly
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"I don't drink beer," Braden said when he waved the bartender away.

"I like beer," said Cassidy with a bright smile.

"You're too young, lit'l sister," Braden said to her. He took the beer out of her hand and set it down on the counter.

"And you are no fun, brother," she spat back. She went back to playing a game on her cell phone. Braden was watching the men that just walked into the bar. They seemed a dangerous type. He picked up his coffee and took a sip along the edge. There was a gun under his shirt but he hoped that he wouldn't have to use it.

"So, when is Molly coming back?" asked Cassidy.

"I'm not sure."

"I'm bored. Can we go talk to those people?"

"No."

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The Asian men spoke amongst eachother for the most part, some in dialects of Chinese, others in English. A few trying to assure the bartender that he wouldn't be shot just for doing his job at a pace that didn't fit the one, or two, assholes in their group.

"We could do with some music." One of the men said, getting up from where he sat at the bar in search of some kind of jukebox or radio in the bar. He headed towards a machine near the bathrooms, eyes running over Cassidy.

"Redhead white girls, I like 'em." He said, not even trying to lower his voice. He didn't finish making his way towards the machine to see what it was, his attention was focused on Cassidy now. The East Asian gangster headed to the siblings' table, offering a nod to Braden.

"This your girl?" The gangster asked.

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Braden allowed the first comment to roll off his shoulder. He instantly did not like the interest that Cassidy was accruing from one of the chinks. The man sipped his coffee again.

"Oh God, no," answered Cassidy. She blushed a pretty pink. "He's my-..."

"I'm her brother and if you want to keep all your teeth you best to be not talkin' to her anymore," Braden suggested; warned.

Cassidy gave the man an apologetic look. There wasn't much she could do about her brother's over protectiveness. She wasn't even allowed to go out into the city on her own. Molly and Bailey were. It wasn't fair.

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"Oh, we got us a hardman." The gangster said loudly, drawing the attention of his friends. "You want to get your ass handed to you, kid?" The man asked Braden, "Or, how about you catch a bullet?" He asked rhetorically, opening his suit jacket to show off a pistol.

It was the same man who flashed his gun at the bartender, he was pretty liberal with showing it off. That was clear.

"Marcus, sit down, man." One of the other gangsters said, "Yeah, let it go. The Ash won't be too happy with you starting a gun battle in their turf." Another added.

"Fuck them and fuck this kid. When I'm done making him my bitch I might just fuck the red out of his sister's hair." The belligerent gangster spat, "You'd like that, baby? Me fuckin' the color out of your hair? I'm from Alaska, that's how we do it. Take you back to my igloo."

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Braden stood up from his seat and motioned for Cassidy to do the same. The girl was utter flabbergasted that a man would say that to her so openly. She eyes were wide. The girl's innocence was obvious by the horrified look on her face.

"We will just be leaving," Braden said. He was keeping his cool even though he wanted to shove his pistol down the man's throat. No one disrespected his family in the way that he did. This man and his face were never going to be forgotten.

"Let's go," said Braden to his sister. She nodded and let her brother guide her away from the man with a hand on her back. They both made way for the exit.

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The gangster moved to intercept the siblings, it was clear that he wanted to push the subject. He wasn't going to let some white boy get away with disrespecting him. Especially not in front of the rest of his gang and Melinda.

"The only way you're leaving here is in the back of an ambulance, kid. I'm just not sure if you'll have a body bag or not yet." The Asian gangster told Braden.

As he spoke Melinda got up from her seat, the rest of her gang moving as well. They followed behind the woman as she began to walk towards Braden and Cassidy.

"Melinda, I'm going to fuck this kid up." The belligerent thug told Melinda, gesturing to Braden. "No. You're not. Sit down." Melinda ordered. "That means now." She added, staring down her dumb muscle. It was clear he didn't want to go, but reluctantly he started moving aside.

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Cassidy was starting to be afraid of what may happen soon. She knew her brother and knew that he was capable of a lot of violence. She gripped his arm, silently telling him to not fight.

Braden didn't even glance at his sister. He was staring the chink dead in the eye. He was calm, cool, and collected. Every muscle in his body was preparing to fight to the death.

And that's when Melinda interjected before fists were thrown. Braden leaned over and spit on the floor. Cassidy breathed a sigh of relief.

A pair of pale blue eyes looked at Melinda is a curious way. It was fascinating to Cassidy that she commanded enough power to make that awful man back down. The Asiatic woman didn't know her or her brother but had protected them both.

Cassidy hugged her brother's arm and said in a sweet voice, "Thank you." Braden looked down at his sister disapprovingly.

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"You're welcome." Melinda said, pushing the simmering Asian gangster towards the rest of the group. She held up two fingers and a thumb, soon gesturing with the hand towards the exit.

"Stick around and have a drink. One for the road." Melinda said, her men grabbing the asshole of their group and dragging him towards the exit. "Get your words in when you leave. Make him... apologize if you need an apology. I won't do it for him." Melinda said, directing her words towards Braden.

"What would you like to drink?"

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Aereth entered the bar and took a moment to survey the room before approaching the bar and having a seat. He'd traveled a great distance and could only think of how thirsty he was. He waited at the bar to be served and checked his wrist, the ship's levels would require only a few hours this time.

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"We were just leaving," Braden said. Cassidy's smile fell into some distraught. She looked between her brother and Melina. The girl wanted to stay but Braden was never going to allow her to remain by herself in a bar.

"It was nice to meet you," Cassidy said as her brother guided her to the door with a hand wrapped around the girl's upper arm. Her feet drug across the floor as Cassidy looked back over her shoulder at Melinda.

Braden opened the door for his sister and Cassidy stepped through. The strange fiery-haired siblings were gone.

The setting changes from Vogel's Bar to Hagan Avenue

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"Those fucking Irish. Pain in my yellow ass." Joe Lin said as he, Melinda, and several other Triad gangsters sat at a cafe not far from the Tech Con Headquarters. "We'll take care of it." Melinda told her comrade, watching a few women walk down the street.

"We need to head to Langara one day. Explore." Melinda said, "You mean fuck alien women?" Joe asked, "That's exactly what I mean." Melinda answered, Joe and the other Triads chuckling in response.

A delivery van moved down the street, it's slow creep coming off as suspicious to the gangsters. "Check it." A Triad said, lifting his chin towards the delivery van.

Moments late the van came to a stop near the cafe, "Hey." The young driver of the van called out, "Can you, uh... give me directions?" He asked, seeming nervous and possibly nauseated. Joe looked towards Melinda, then to the rest of his people. "Yeah, sure." The Triad underboss said.

Joe stood from his seat, approaching the van slowly. "You alright, kid?" Joe asked, putting a hand on the pistol tucked in his waistband.

"Just a little under the weather..." The driver said, "I'm sorry... they said I had to do my part..." The driver told Joe, holding up a revolver. He aimed it at Joe, letting off a single shot that struck the Chinese gangster in the sternum.

Joe reached out and took his would-be assassin by the arm, diverting the gun upwards. Several more shots rang out until the weapon was empty, Joe Lin punching his attacker before collapsing.

Melinda and her Triad approached, pulling the young man from the van. "We need help!" Melinda shouted at the Tech Con mercenaries across the way.

The Triad gangsters beating the young assassin while Melinda tended to Joe.

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"We need help!"

Heads from two mercenaries had already swiveled as they caught the sound of a gunshot, several gunshots in fact.

"Shit..." One of them said as he grabbed his plasma rifle, fanning across the street behind a parked sedan, while his partner grabbed his radio.

"Hotel Bravo, this is Three-Nine-Seven, Krypter Krypter Krypter, Hagan Avenue and Main Street."

"Acknowledged, Three-Nine-Seven, Pacification is en-route." The Dipatcher tweeted over the radio. The Sirens followed.


The pair of Mercenaries reached the group just as the would-be assassin was getting beaten by several Triad Gangsters, the Mercs raising their rifles. "Everyone on the ground, arms out to your sides, cross your ankles, now!" They screamed from behind yet another parked car, plasma rifles drawn and aimed.

"Comply or be terminated!"

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Dominic was still gone, off to the Government Center to see to some matters which left Whisper to her own devices for the time being. She was a bit edgy being back on Terra, but it was unlikely anyone would be looking for her here. The gunshots drew her attention from the book she was occupying herself with and she set it down on the endtable next to her and got up.

The large glass windows that overlooked the city provided ample view of the street below and she stood quietly looking down at the situation in the street.

Someone had been shot.

It was Wing City though, and someone was always being shot. She took it in impassively enough.

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The Triad gangsters turned on the Tech Con mercenaries, seemingly reaching for their weapons out of instinct. "Bù! Do as they say or get the fuck out of their way!" Melinda shouted, breaking her stoic facade for her friend who could very well be dying in front of her.

"Now!" She shouted, her men quick to comply. They removed their weapons slowly, tossing them away before getting down on the ground.

Melinda was crouched over Joe Lin, a hand applying pressure to his wound."Wǒmen huì shā sǐ tāmen, Qiao." The woman said to Joe, raising one hand in the air as a way to let the mercenaries and any police officers on the scene know that she wasn't a threat.

Not to them.

But to the battered young man and whoever sent him?

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"Jameson! Get the medkit." The Lead mercenary called out, going first to the man with the gun. Kicking the pistol far away from him, He held the man at gunpoint.

"Let's go, hands behind your back!" He screamed, and should the battered young man comply, he'd be the first to be zip tied with his hands behind his back, and dragged him towards the curb to seat him down. Should he struggle or resist, an even more severe beating would transpire, this one involving the ends of plasma rifles. All while strange sirens echoed in the distance.

The wounded Joe would be the next one to immediately be treated. The Aschen mercenary moved quickly, throwing the plasma rifle across his back and placing a firm hand on Joe's bleeding wound, while grabbing his radio.

"Two Seven Eight, Hotel Bravo, requesting medics priority one, Hagan Avenue and Main Street. Also requesting a Supervisor."

"Acknowledged, Two-Seven-Eight, Medical Dispatch confirmed, ETA One Millicenton."

The Mercenary continued to press on Joe's sternum, blood seeping through the man's fingers.

"You're going to be alright, stay with me..." He said in a hushed tone, unclasping a small satchel with his free hand. "This is going to hurt, just relax." He said, tearing an envelope filled with some kind of powder with his teeth and pouring the contents into the wound, the pain could be described as a searing burn, as the powder erupted into a foam like substance, disinfecting the wound and chemically cauterizing blood vessels.

"Relax, stay with me." Jameson said, while the lead moved onto the others, following the same procedure of securing them and moving towards the curb, keeping his eyes on the van.

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"Hurt more than being shot?" Joe asked painfully, Melinda shushing the man as she stood up. The woman raised her other hand in the air, backing away from Joe and the mercenary that came to his aid.

Melinda looked towards Joe's attacker, her blood boiling at the sight of him. He was going to get what was coming to him sooner or later. Melinda was going to make sure of that if the kid didn't piss off the mercenaries, or the WCPD, or whatever badass he ended up in a cell with.

"Who sent you here?" Melinda asked, but the young would-be assassin seemed far too out of it. It was likely he had a concussion due to several kicks to the head and face.

"Eh... fuck it."

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"More importantly, what are you doing in the Aschen Quarter." A female voice echoed through the streets as a pair of white Tech Con trucks pulled up.

The pair of Mercenaries continued their work, while another squad of men moved to search the van.

"This is the second time this week someone's done some stupid shenanigans in my part of the city."

She looked to the beat up gunman. "Take him in and inform the WCPD." She then turned to Joe.

"Get him to the Hospital." She ordered, before she turned her attention to Melinda.

"You, what happened here?"

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Melinda lowered her arms, examining her bloodied hands for a moment. "This kid shot Qiao." Melinda answered.

"He drives up and says he needs directions. Joe, being the good guy he is, goes over to help him. Next thing I know there's a shot and Joey over there is fighting the guy." The Triad underboss explained.

"If there hadn't been a scuffle, I don't know who else would have taken bullets."

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The spaceport was busy as usual, packed full of people boarding ships and getting off of ships. Tourists, possibly criminals on the run, people returning home, people looking to start new lives on and off of Terra. The diversity was something one could be proud of if they had invested time into Terra and Wing City.

It was said diversity that was also serving as the catalyst for much of what was going on in the criminal underworld. Gangsters and thugs from all over the universe found themselves in the same places, competing over the same areas and the same markets. It was only a matter of time before tensions rose and lead to even more violence in Wing City.

In one of the private ports, suited men stood guard near a large cargo ship. The ship itself was marked up with old Soviet emblems and insignias, it was obvious who it might have belonged to.

"Let's move!" A suited man shouted to the men and women moving crates onto the ship. "I thought you people would be faster than this. You're professional labor monkeys, aren't you?" He asked, "Sacha!" The man shouted, a young man quickly approaching his side.

"Yes, Mr. Sarkissian?" Sacha asked, "Head out and go grab me one of those cold coffees. With the ice in it." Sarkissian ordered, "Now, Sacha." He added, "Oh, yes! I'll be back soon, sir." Sacha said, turning and jogging away from the ship and his boss.

Sarkissian kept a close eye on the things going on around him, especially the people they hired to pack the ship with their cargo. Elysium, cocaine, If it got you a high it was going to be on that ship.

A gunshot rang out from inside the ship, the suited security rushed towards the vehicle. Their weapons drawn almost instantly. When they got close the ship's crew and the people loading the cargo rushed out, the security guards weren't exactly sure who to shoot if anyone.

"Everyone down!" One of the men yelled, "Now!" Another shouted, smoke and fire seeping out of every opening on the ship.

"Put the fire out!" Sarkissian yelled frantically, the man was extremely animated. Imitating a fire extinguisher and a firefighter as a way to motivate someone to save the ship and what was on board. He was going to lose a lot of money, and probably his life if Moscow decided he was costing them too much money.

It was then that more shots rang out. Several Asian men and an Asian woman dressed as spaceport staff opening fire with assault rifles from the only entrance into the port. They were careful not to hit civilians, they came from Sarkissian and his people. They were the only accptable targets. They were the ones who started the war. But, sometimes you had collateral damage. It was hard to avoid in times of war.

Sarkissian ran for cover, his men attempting to return fire on their attackers with pistols and sub machineguns. Their attackers had the better firepower and the element of surprise, it made defending the burning ship nearly futile. Especially as their men began to drop like flies.

"Move!" The Asian woman ordered, she and her men retreating back out of the entrance to the private port. They kept on firing, keeping their targets from shooting back and getting lucky. As quickly as they'd come, they were gone.

When the shooting stopped Sarkissian could only hold his head in his hands and wait to be cuffed when the authorities arrived.