"Take a long, long sip, cause death ain't always this good. Hell is hot wherever you be."
Lips forever parted as if she must speak, and blue eyes that show an obvious amount of damaging experience among the planets, Rhea is often an unforgettable face, making it difficult to hide from law*enforcement sometimes. Dark, jagged, tuffs of hair fall over her face and move as she walks, along with an average looking face, though it gives her a peculiar adrogynous edge compared to most women her age. From afar she is usually mistaken for a boyish grunt, though this quickly confused when close up. Often allowing her to pose as the other gender with essentially little effort. *Along with that face of hers, comes a lithe and frail body, which looks on the edge of malnourishment, when asked Rhea will usually dismiss the idea of her being hungry, or anorexic, it is simply the way she has always been, with an (unfortunate) flat chest. She eats enough but barely any of it counts when you're as active as she is.*
Absent minded, would be a good definition, or maybe even lackadaisical. Her attitude is chilled, almost lazy in a way, and very open. Often times she drifts into the thought or takes a few minutes to make a decision on something before acting. She is the little kid who stares wistfully at the window, often imagining herself in a different place, and maybe a different time in the universe. One could say that she is rather inconstant, and unfocused it can be hard to get her attention, and easier to avert it.
Criminal turned Bounty Hunter
Normally, in her comfort zone, Rhea will wear a loose button up T-shirt and jeans. Her style is more about simplicity over flamboyant attire, and it often gives a true austere look. Across various portions of her body are assorted tattoos, some of them artistic others pointing to a different life before her current situation.*
**Weapon/s & Augmentation:
Normal laser pistol that shoot faster than old fashioned pistols, yet the recharge is a few minutes often causing delays. When near sunlight, it is easier for the pistol to recharge. The lights make the user vulnerable to detection, and not completely reliable, she uses it sparingly.
A pistol that is fashioned in hard, waxy, metal to keep from rusting. Is used when in the heat of battle, or when close distance attacks are not accessible.
Rhea is normally a hand to hand combat person and rarely uses long distance weapons, it takes the fun out of apprehending a bounty.
~This trusty little shuttle jet has led Rhea across space, and back, it is small, speedy, and compact. A small Gatling*laser in the front is for any heated pursuit she might get into.
Her 'surface' vehicle, used when she has to trek on long distances, it initially came as a surprise when she found out that it actually came and fit into 'Akira'. Has similar aspects to 'Akira' as far as traveling goes. A protective shell covers the steering system as a way to cover the rider from harmful rays, and from apparent long distance shots.
-Meade, 30, June, 2XXX
We found a new planet, not just a new planet, a breathable planet, a planet that is filled with Narko, life that can fertilize the seeds of the planet and the team is here to harvest it. I don't want to sound prude, but haven't we scorched enough surfaces? killed enough...things? John would say I'm weakening, but even the strongest man would doubt his insanity after everything we've been through. At night I hear screams, yelling, I see blood, and worst of all I see him smirk when we pillage our resources and contacts. I know I may not be much. No.... I'm wrong to even think that the fact that I can fight, the fact that aim and shoot without hesitation is something I was supposed to have. But I've been near him for so long that I can hardly even imagine myself anywhere else. Anyways I wanted to let you know... Mother, if I can even call you that anymore, that this will be the last time we'll be able to talk so privately, I need you to be safe after all, John wouldn't.... take to it kindly if he knew you were involved. Try to remember the things I'll probably forget, and I promise I"ll find you...."
S.P.F Central. 2, June, 2XXX, [Two years after the crash of the Space ship; Meade, Investigation File::3109]
Only a full 15 hours before the ship Meade landed on that new planet had this call been sent out across the galaxy. It entails the life of a teen, who from our records was declared deceased shortly after the explosion off the coast of the foreign planet. What we know about her comes in the form of the notorious leader of the Zebras, from our intel he was in fact her biological father, when one of his prostitutes gave birth to a seemingly healthy kid after her addiction to Narko took over. John saw immediate potential in the child. Some kind of genetic defect in the drug led to a stronger, more capable child. It didn't take long for him to use this to his advantage, and it he ever needed a heir, maybe just maybe she would be the one. He treated her similar to the way a girl would a doll. Controlling every aspect of her growth, isolating her from her mother. Becoming the perfect little perfect soldier for Jonathan . Her training in martial arts, along with weaponry cost the man millions of Wu-Long. She was his prize trophy, one of the few creations he could actually be proud of. Yet, this call from the ship only proves so much, it seems as if she wanted freedom,'more than that, a second chance at life.*
I know all of this sounds mundane, if not repetitive,'for the past two years we've scoured all types of resources in order to piece together the sequence of the crash. Evidence has proven that the crew members were dead before the shuttle was able to even touch the surface, from our records we accounted the carcasses of every crew member on the ship except for her. Her body was evidently missing from observatory reports, as she escaped. There was no other clues as to where she went, but I have always felt, from the very moment we found out that she was still alive, that maybe her testimony could bring down ZebraDebras for good."
"So you mean to take revenge? Have even considered the possibility that the leader may be looking to kill this person as a potential threat? You have stared too long into this case private, there is no reason to put the entire agency into danger by some fool notion that we'll find this person on an obviously hostile planet. I am sorry but your request to reopen the case has been denied."
"We will not speak furthermore on the issue!". * * * * *
Cafe Outside of Mars' Market District: 23, August, 2XXX: 8 Months after Case Denial
A rough hand snatches at a bony arm, Blue eyes, meet fierce bagged browns, and suddenly the memories come rushing back, she is nearly the same age, maybe 2 to 3 years younger, but he won't forget that face. It had to be her, as grainy as the video footage from the Meade was, it was most obviously her in the flesh. The last bit of justice he needed in space. Without a second of hesitation, a booted foot strikes his head. His arm is holding on to air, as his body pummels towards trash cans. "She knows how to fight?! Groaning, he slumps over a rusted can, his entire vision is rumbling around as his hands go up in defeat. "I just want to talk! He nearly screams this, that kick hurt like hell.
It takes him a week to stay near her, learn her, and then come to find out that she remembers nothing, other than her name, folded in a small paper in the vest she wore shortly after being saved. Naturally, no last name. She hadn't known what she was before, and didn't want to. Sometimes she had dreams, nightmares. Sometimes the dreams washed over reality like she was lucidly aware of everything. Those were the worse days. Yet, not a lick of it was retained.
The young detective sighed,'two years worth of nothing, Earth did more in two seconds than he did in a year or so. At least she's kinda cute, cuter than S.P.F women. Yeah, definitely.*
2 Months after apprehending Suspect
These stars they link us together, but they also separate us."
She looks up into the moonlight of Mars, the red dust settling around the both of us, and she has that fucking thing pointed at me. I didn't think Jonathan was still looking for her, neither had I known how long he'd been on her tail. After all his resources in this galaxy were limitless, and this wasn't exactly a high class neighborhood. Scum of all kinds lived around here. Presently, some of them where climbing the ladder up to the roof. They want her, and they'll kill*me to get her, even if I decide to just let her go, they'd still kill me. This universe isn't big enough for both of us to survive, I realize that now, but I still want to fight, I want to fight against the rumble below me, and the gun aimed lethally near my chest. I am the Between, the rocks are below waiting to rumble, and the hard place is nothing but a young woman.*
"My mother always told me to be careful around girls like you."*
I nearly stutter this. I'm chicken shit scared, I've never been shot, never felt the whisper of death on my ear, I don't want this and she doesn't too, her hand is shaky, and even in this foreign moonlight, I can see those teary eyes. We could have been together...maybe. *The rumble and grunts get louder. "Just fucking shoot me already."
She says something, yeah I remember before the pain, my back, the blood. God that hurt. But what she said made it....bearable. Ah yes, I couldn't have survived that fall, well at least not by the looks I got when I tumbled over. It was as if the Mother Angel fell from heaven herself, though it was none too graceful.
"Make it look good and I promise I"ll get him for you."
It takes me a few moments to see the rest of the grunts fall off the roof, similar to me, except they're dead, well at least one of them continues, until those familiar footsteps leap into darkness. Something stung but it wasn't my chest, it was my heart (rhetorically of course), and I'll admit, my arm. Looks like she got away again...
S.P.F Central: Desk 326, Second Floor, Sophomore Criminal Detective: 5, February, 2XXX. 4 Months
I admit, sitting behind a desk for a while isn't so bad, after the incident, the little coup of Zebras in that Slum were apprehended, and I got a little slap on my back, not a pat, a slap. I guess that's what I get for spending work hours with a suspect. Well, either way she's still gone. There's no way I could tell them about us, I had to make a double take at my calendar when I saw it had been two months. I might as well have been on vacation with a girlfriend, well, it was kind of like that....
She never did remember what I needed her too, but there were times when she could drift into faint memories, and she showed me almost inhuman feats. Being able to shoot with pinpoint accuracy, fighting. It was like Police Academy all over again.
We both learned and took what we could from each other. I even told her about how badly I wanted Zebra's head. I wish I could see her just one last time. Just to know how she's doing, it's harder to believe she's dead than alive.
I've heard some rumors here and there, but I"ll let it settle for a while, wouldn't want to scare the poor girl. After all, hell is hot wherever she is.