Red Faction
Origin: Colonist (Drop-In)
Era: Red Faction Guerilla (50cp)
Background: 23 Years of Age, Female (50cp)
Abilities:
Tourist (Free) – I am now capable of easily adapting to new
cultures, climates, and the like… This should come in handy 9in the coming
decades.
Pioneer (200cpD) – I am now capable of surviving in
conditions unfit for… humans. Alien atmospheres, vacuums, and the like.
However, not lava or blackholes, at least those are the examples given.
Conqueror (300cpD) – The original ability is the ability to
control, and eventually summon, the native animal life… and then, after word,
befriend and tame non-sapient creatures in general. Interesting.
Equipment:
Recycler (Free) – A free scrap-to-ammo machine… Wonderful.
Sledgehammer (100cp) – A technologically advanced
sledgehammer capable of delivering roughly half a ton of force on impact
without affecting the user. As a plus, it can collapse and is undetectable by
normal means. I could always create my own, but that would be rather… difficult
to its specific make.
Auto-Shotgun (Free) – Now this is rather interesting… But, I
can technically create my own rather easily. How disappointing…
Giant Worm (300cpD) – It… Is a massive, armor-plated worm… I
am not sure how I should feel about this, all things considered, but I will
accept it as a companion. However, it apparently doesn’t take up “companion
space” unless “imported” as one.
A Transport, A Worm,
and A Sledgehammer
As the sea
had given away to cold steel and a rather uncomfortable seat, I found myself
upon what appeared to be a floating, metal ship that flew through the stars. The
stars that could be seen outside of the nearby window vanished and were
replaced with reddish-brown dirt and sand as the ship entered what I assumed to
be the atmosphere of Mars, due to the pilot announcing where we were arriving.
The other people, a mix of poorly clothed workers, vagabonds, and otherwise
slowly stood up and began to trudge along out of the ship once we had landed
and, as I had no possible reason to remain on the ship, I followed along with a
dufflebag in hand that possessed my given equipment… Besides the recycler,
which was back in my unused warehouse, and the giant worm whom I had no idea of
where they might be located.
The air was
chilled to a degree, filled with what appeared to be a near constant blowing of
dust and sand. The roads were noticeably rough and hardly maintained from what
I could see, the vehicles large, rugged, and primarily meant for work from what
I could see. A man clad in armor that matched the reddish-brown environment
approached me and motioned toward my chin. I glanced down, first noticing my
lighter frame and then the large bush of hair hanging off of my face… Oh… Right…
A decade on the sea and no idea how to remove the hair in a safe manner. I
simply reached up, grabbed the mound by the roots, and tore it away in a
single, swift motion, tossing it all aside in the same, fluid motion. Come to
find out, it was taped onto my chin with scotch tape for some odd, unknown
reason and was not my actual, unkempt beard from my time on the seas.
Next, he
sadly asked me for my identification… Which, after looking through the pockets
of my duster, my pants, and my dufflebag, I sadly could not find it. The man in
question, along with the five others that he had called in with a quick mutter
into his headpiece, seemed quite… upset about that.
“You’ve broken the law and you’re
coming with me.” The one I had been originally speaking with stated firmly and
reached for my hand with one of his own. Instead of allowing him to touch me, I
simply stepped back away from him, quickly being greeted with the business end
of his pistol aimed straight at my head while the others raised their rifles. “Freeze!
You’re coming with me!” He called out simply. Why do I have to deal with such
rude people wherever I settle… I can’t even leave a ship without this occurring
it seems. All because I couldn’t show an ID either.
“No, I will not… I am not even
aware of what specific law that you are speaking of. Now… Either lower your
weapons and allow me to go find a home or I am going to turn your hand into
paste. Eventually you will run out of bullets…” I warned and not a moment later
I switched over to my original form, my very shape changing to the original
that I possessed back when madness was the only constant, bullets flying
through my body in that very instant. The dufflebag I possessed dropped to the
ground, my body jerking and twitching with every bullet that collided with my gaseous
form until, eventually, there was nothing left except for the shuffling of feet
while they prepared to approach.
I dropped to my knees, then my
hands, one coming down on top of the dufflebag while they approached, muttering
into their radios as they did. They all began to reload, giving me the opportunity
to let out a slow, careful exhale, and finally unzipped my dufflebag and
grasped the handle of my new hammer. “I gave you all your warnings… and I doubt
that you know how to kill me. Now, please… Let’s make this easy on ourselves.”
I stated calmly before bringing that hammer up and out of the bag in a wide
arc, the officer quickly ducking back, dropping the magazine he was fiddling
with as he did. I followed the inertia as I pushed myself up onto one foot and
forward, swinging the tool back around into the man’s right knee. The hammer
weighed only about ten pounds, but on impact I heard a loud thud accompanied
with a blood curdling crack and screech of pain as his leg suddenly flew to my
right, bones visibly pushing through the softer part of his armor as he flew
off of his feet and down into the ground.
The poor, poor man’s twisted limb
was bent in an obviously inhuman manner from the hip down to his ankle, the
impact having broken more than just his knee alone. “Well… That was unexpected,
but not unpleasant… At least he is still alive. Let us begin…”
