Tora Butler's Story

"I'm gonna KIIIIIIIIILL you, Midge!" screamed the girl, who, having pink bangs, had no right to be mad. "It's supposed to be blue! BLUE!" Her bike rose high, higher still, so that she could gain falling speed onto Midge. She was a bundle of vexation and determination, which was not something you wanted to tempt every day.

People did it anyway. Midge was one of them.

"I FUCKIN' HATE THIS SHADE OF PINK!"

As if it had been planned, there was a loud yell outside the restaurant that very moment. Beyond the window, the girls would see two shining lights in the evening light, zooming towards one another from opposite sides of the street.

Mel would recognize them to be hoverbikes.

In a game of chicken, one young woman with a steely blue hoverbike sped towards a young man in a black one. That one was oddly recognizable as well. "Better not chicken out, or else you'll get swept up in a nasty Tornado, Jack!" cried the female hoverbiker, flipping a baton in the air that fell back down perfectly into her hand.

"Ch! You ain't got nothin' on the Jack Attack."

The other hoverbiker paused, then dissolved into roaring laughter. As they met, they circled around one another, then zoomed down to the other side of the street. "Jack Attack ain't gonna do too well for you, buddy! If we crash, at least I'll get out of this alive!"

"Fine! First one to scream like a little girl! I already know I'll win this one!"

Tora smirked. "Sure, Jack. Sure."

They began to tear down the streets after one another again, this time at full speed, with every intent on bashing into one another. It looked as though a gruesome scene were about to unfold. Closer. Closer they got to one another! They were about to crash! Each biker knew the result-

And Jack, using the best of his skills, stood up on his hoverbike and jumped right before colliding with Tora. The force of his jump pushed the hoverbike down, below Tora and her own bike, as he completed an impressive, complete flip above her.

Tora came to a stop as Jack landed, then collapsed atop his bike.

Ellie and Mel watched the spectacle in stunned silence, though Ellie had a more strong undertone of suspense compared to Mel’s… What was that, a grin? It was a grin. Ellie kicked Mel in the shin, and it took her a moment longer than it should have to acknowledge the disruption with a barely-there turn of her head, “Hmmm?”

“That’s him isn’t it? Not a thing my ass.” Ellie snorted, drinking down the rest of her tea, “You would fall for the adrenaline-junkie psycho. I hope he likes the taste of tasers…”

“What? N-no. We’re not- I mean.” She stuck her tongue out at Ellie, “You know I’ve liked him since the day I met him, and then he just comes back all of a sudden everything just sort of resurfaced again…”

Melanie was cut off by the mutual “oooooh” that followed Jack’s little trick, Ellie’s mug clattering onto the table in a rumble of circular movement. She’d admit, that was pretty cool. And from what she’d seen that one night, he wasn’t too bad looking either. Charming daredevil seemed a fitting match for Mel… so long as he wasn’t a douchebag aside from that. She’d have to vet that, still.

Well, now was a perfect time wasn’t it?

Without another word, or noise for that matter, Ellie got up and slipped her backpack onto her shoulder, pulling Mel by her arm, “Well come on then, time to meet loverboy.”

Mel’s face was struck with a slight look of horror, “God, no, I look horrible. I’m in sweats for land’s sake.” She knew by the growing grin on Ellie’s face that she had made a mistake in uttering those words, and just followed sheepishly as she was being dragged along.

“Sooo, I take it you’re the boy Mel’s been raving about for the last forever. By that little stunt I could see why she’s so awestruck by you.”

God, just kill her now. Mel’s face was twice as red as a cherry, and she stared fervently down at the ground, slurping away at her milkshake.

Th hoverbike turned smoothly as Jack lead it to face to two young girls who had been brave enough to speak to him. He had his cheek in his hand, smiling cockily.

"Why, helooo-ooooh, whoa, whoa, whoa. Mel?" His eyes nearly popped out of his head. He straightened up and leaned back on the bike. "H-hey. What's up? Who's-" He jammed his thumb toward the girl who was with Mel, "-this?"

Tora, who had been there the entire time, zoomed down to them. She raised a brow. "Whatcha got here, Jack? A pair of bi-"

Jack's palm slammed against her mouth. "Bi-a-yoootiful young women? Yeah, I do!" He smiled up at the two girls nervously as Tora mumbled through his fingers.

Jack panicked as he found himself almost running over a young woman. He carried the hoverbike to a halt, one hand coming to his head. "OhmyGod!" he cried. "I, uh, I... s-sorry! Are you alright?" Hopping off his bike, he skittered over towards Citrine to come to her aid.

Yet another hoverbiker flew up, stopping beside Amber. He carried a slight resemblance to the first, but with longer hair perched into a ponytail atop his head. His bike was thinner and more sleek than Jack's. He gave the girl a grin. "Found somethin' you like?" he teased, poking a thumb towards Jack. "He's a real heartbreaker, so you know."

And a third flew down, this one a woman with a stockier, armored bike. The girl had heavily tanned skin and hair with pink streaks running through her side-swept bangs. She reached down from her bike to lift up the manhole, then reach for the small creature by the scruff. "The fuck? How'd this guy get in here?"

"I-I'm fine." Citrine said, pulling herself to her feet. "I guess I'm just not used to this big a city. It's amazing!" She dusted herself off then offered her hand to the young man. "Citrine, by the way." She smiled.

Her satchel had fallen off her shoulder and lay behind her on the street, the contents spilling out. Not used to carrying the bag Citrine didn't notice.

Three soldiers walked through the main street. Asking people the same question over and over, they showed images on holographic screens and were still left with negative results. "Ugh, this is becoming a pain. Are we in the wrong place? or planet?" One of the soldiers groaned while following the others. "Shut it, there's some people, let's ask them." Another bit back also out of annoyance.

The three approached the group of 5 people and some... Creature. It didn't matter anyway. They didn't have time to evaluate everything. "Excuse us." One of the soldiers spoke out to the group. "We have some important questions to ask of you guys. Mind if we do?" They all stopped at the group. Two soldiers were holding plasma assault rifles, the main one who was the leader of the group had a longsword clipped to his waist and a device attached to his arm. It was a plasma shield, one of the Shadonian Empire's show off technologies. Allowing a large body sized shield to form from the device, the shield can deflect nearly all attacks. The tests only shown that the shields could resist Shadonian and enemy attacks. In this side of the galaxy, it was unknown.

"So, can we begin?"

Amber swallowed, looking up the the hover bike guy who had stopped next to her. She whined, struggling to say anything while she fixed her hair, "But... He's not..." She whined, looking over at Jack, "What's his name?" She blushed, struggling. She touched his hover bike, energy starting to transfer. She was giving it a boost with her electrical powers that she still didn't understand.

A shadow would fall over Jonathon and the Headless Horseman, this one much larger than a bird. Up above them floated a hoverbike.

In place of where wheels should have been were gently glowing rings, horizontal on the bottom of the bike. Atop the slick vehicle was a young woman. Brown-haired, pink-streaked Tora the Tornado had her chin on her hands, lifting a brow at the two people.

"Wow, this city is full of wierdos."

The new arrival prompted the Horseman to retrieve the M4 carbine that was slung around his chest and bring it at the ready, keeping it trained on this woman. He couldn't take chances; she could be a banger or, worse, a bounty hunter after the kid. The latter he wouldn't tolerate. If this kid had a price on his head, it was the Horseman's to collect on, not some bitch with a hoverbike.

Had he a head, he would have demanded her to tell him what she thought she was doing. However, the most he could do was keep his gun pointed at her, keeping his attention as fixated on her movement as possible, and be ready to drop her should she make the mistake of drawing on them.

Johnathon, who was beginning to think that this was his fault that the horseman was training his gun on her, decided to say something to hopefully help the situation "Don't shoot her, because if you do than ill have to kill you, and we just met, so please don't make me do that......

Tora only rose a green, green brow when he pointed the gun at her. "Oh, yawn. I haven't seen one of those before," grunted the young woman, a cheek in her hand.

She played it cool. She played it real freakin' cool, but when the gun had come out, she'd just nearly pissed herself. She leaned her bike back, just so the lifters would be in the way of any incoming bullet.

"Put the toy away. Don't lose your head over something dumb," she punned, shifting her eyes to the boy. "The 'ell's up with him, ah?"

oh hi there

Aneres Coreveon wasn't dressed as obscurely as she would have liked to believe. The shimmering white kimono-style overlayer embroidered with golden moons down the sleeves, the long-hemmed fringe coming to rest just above the hemline of golden bell-bottoms. Beneath was a plain white top. A golden chain poked out from the collar but the rest of it was tucked beneath the shirt.

There was nothing Aneres could do about the bodyguards who followed her, but she had grown used to that to some degree. At least they let her style them at this point. It made everyone's job easier.

Aneres flicked golden braids to look one way up the street, then the other, then back again. A grunt from one of the bodyguards signaled that it was alright to cross. Halfway across the street she felt a slight tremor of energy. The bodyguards picked up their pace and hurried Aneres across. She didn't protest. They came to stop a stone's throw from a mercedes, a man perched atop the back.

"Did you feel that?" Aneres asked the man, half looking down her nose despite the fact that he was literally seated higher up than where she stood. Her tone wasn't pretentious but there was something about it that dripped with royalty.

"Bristol, very nice to meet you," Aneres extended her own hand and delicately gripped his. She frowned upon hearing that he didn't know what it was either.

"I am Aneres, as I prefer to be called," She regally addressed Bristol with a smile, "Princess of Aurealas. A pleasure to meet you. Is that what brings you here? Looking for the source of the disturbance? I will admit I haven't felt it anywhere else but here."

One of her Over's coughed. She rolled her eyes. They were always concerned she would reveal too much. Aneres had yet to do so.

The Rocketeer mutters "Bloody Hell... How'm I gonna get off-planet?"