[The unfamiliar landscape of the moon was disorienting enough, but this big, dirty city was even worse. Basically, she hated this place with her whole being already and she had only been there for about 20 seconds.
She hears the ruckus as she's staring up at the claustrophobic buildings, and glancing over at the source she can tell a pretty unfair fight is a-brewing. She strides over swiftly as she sees the lead Caian lift a fist, pushing through a couple of the Caians standing at the fringe to insert herself between the leader and the scared Terran.]
There are problem here, hombre?
[Her sudden appearance makes the Caian pause for a moment, but they soon conclude they don't like her tone when she calls them "hombre" and finishes their swing, connecting the blow with her cheek. She stumbles back, cursing not at the fact it hurt but that it is continuing to hurt. She's already become too used to the Nah Nohtek healing her immediately from such minor injuries, and having it gone was a literal pain...
This fact doesn't stop her from lunging forward with her own fist flying, her pent up frustrations coming to the surface making a good ol' street brawl seem like a great idea right now.]
II: The Night Of
[Red has never seen so much much water. Even on some of her trips off Mars she never seen so much water. She's smart enough to at least take off her boots and socks, roll up her pants, but she approaches the waves warily, hesitating at the edge of the wet sand, both worried it might be cold or something lurking in it. She has heard tales of those critters called jellying fish, after all...]
III. Welcome to the 409 [She does not appreciate being shoved and ordered like that, seeing as she was already trying to find a gun to use to help out, but she lets this slide since there was something more pressing going on. However, instead of being handed a gun she's tossed some keys that she stares blankly at, and when she looks back up to say to the fella these ain't a gun, he's already gone. She makes an irritated, impatient sound and looks around, holding up the keys and shouting:]
The Red Plains Rider | Sparks Nevada: Marshal on Mars
[The unfamiliar landscape of the moon was disorienting enough, but this big, dirty city was even worse. Basically, she hated this place with her whole being already and she had only been there for about 20 seconds.
She hears the ruckus as she's staring up at the claustrophobic buildings, and glancing over at the source she can tell a pretty unfair fight is a-brewing. She strides over swiftly as she sees the lead Caian lift a fist, pushing through a couple of the Caians standing at the fringe to insert herself between the leader and the scared Terran.]
There are problem here, hombre?
[Her sudden appearance makes the Caian pause for a moment, but they soon conclude they don't like her tone when she calls them "hombre" and finishes their swing, connecting the blow with her cheek. She stumbles back, cursing not at the fact it hurt but that it is continuing to hurt. She's already become too used to the Nah Nohtek healing her immediately from such minor injuries, and having it gone was a literal pain...
This fact doesn't stop her from lunging forward with her own fist flying, her pent up frustrations coming to the surface making a good ol' street brawl seem like a great idea right now.]
II: The Night Of
[Red has never seen so much much water. Even on some of her trips off Mars she never seen so much water. She's smart enough to at least take off her boots and socks, roll up her pants, but she approaches the waves warily, hesitating at the edge of the wet sand, both worried it might be cold or something lurking in it. She has heard tales of those critters called jellying fish, after all...]
III. Welcome to the 409
[She does not appreciate being shoved and ordered like that, seeing as she was already trying to find a gun to use to help out, but she lets this slide since there was something more pressing going on. However, instead of being handed a gun she's tossed some keys that she stares blankly at, and when she looks back up to say to the fella these ain't a gun, he's already gone. She makes an irritated, impatient sound and looks around, holding up the keys and shouting:]
Anyone lookin' to trade keys for a gun!