Console Cowgirl
Plastic eyes carefully followed Johnny as he propped himself up onto a crate, smoked from his cigarra and began to boast. The more he talked the deeper her frown grew across her face, four hands crossed tight against her chest as he continued to talk, uninterrupted as she begrudging listened.
There was a deep silence once he had finished talking, Hacks' ears would have grown red had she any under those dome implants. "Bloody hell," she said, uncrossing her arms and forming a cylindrical grip with one hand and held it over her forehead, and then jerked it back and forth as she mockingly groaned, "Ugh ugh ugh," she dropped her hand, "Fucking dickhead, trust a dude to turn that into an ego competition of who's better."
She understood just why Daiya didn't like her, Hacks just couldn't stop herself from being rude to people, it was always in her nature. It's why she had few friends. Her eyes watching Johnnys cigarra, then his smile, he was probably getting high as a kite. "Let's get this straight," she pointed an index finger down onto the table beside her to emphasise her point, "You haven't the balls to try anything big yet and ask me to hold your hand, but you're also trying to convince me you've sliced through the most elite networks in the Core, easy as pie, all the while I haven't heard a peep of this supposed super-slicer - Then you threaten to have killed me if I had not of said no to your offer?"
Hacks wagged a finger at the cigarra, "Shit's getting to your head." She couldn't talk, she was an addict, but her stimulants were an altogether different type of spice than what she imagined Johnny was smoking. She stood, turned her back to him and walked towards her kitchen, a metal hand ran over her head to comb down her hair, muttering something unintelligible under her breath as she went.
She had spent years of her life securing dominion of the Corporate Authorities over Denon and its neighbouring systems, relieved worlds of their sovereignty. The last of the original three Darkwire Shadowrunners. Dead senators from the Confederacy in the Outer Rim to the Alliance in the Deep Core had been in her crosshairs, she had worked for and against the Maw, for and against the Jedi, for and against the Hutts. Daughter of an Empire, raised by Ravens.
How far had all that gotten her? Nowhere. She opened the fridge door, the light came on and her eyes searched for a bottle. She was running out. Metal fingers gently plucked the last beer out of the fridge, flicked the cap off and brought it to her lips. Her eyes closed for a moment as she savoured the flavour. Then her eyes peeled back open, shut the fridge door and turned to Johnny, "Don't talk shit to me mate, I don't like it."
She tilted her head in a shrug, leaned back against the kitchen counter, "I explained why I don't do partnerships with strangers, I wasn't measuring my dick for you to compare." Blood rushed plastic veins. "I'll do a job with you, see how we go, if we work well together, fifty-fifty, but.." she paused, brought the beer to her lips again and began to scull until there was nothing left to drink, "If you fucking threaten me again like that, I'll fucking kill you," she swore, suddenly the bottle spun in her hand, neck pinched, and a cybernetic arm hurled the glass bottle at breakneck speed towards the wall beside Johnny.
There was a deep silence once he had finished talking, Hacks' ears would have grown red had she any under those dome implants. "Bloody hell," she said, uncrossing her arms and forming a cylindrical grip with one hand and held it over her forehead, and then jerked it back and forth as she mockingly groaned, "Ugh ugh ugh," she dropped her hand, "Fucking dickhead, trust a dude to turn that into an ego competition of who's better."
She understood just why Daiya didn't like her, Hacks just couldn't stop herself from being rude to people, it was always in her nature. It's why she had few friends. Her eyes watching Johnnys cigarra, then his smile, he was probably getting high as a kite. "Let's get this straight," she pointed an index finger down onto the table beside her to emphasise her point, "You haven't the balls to try anything big yet and ask me to hold your hand, but you're also trying to convince me you've sliced through the most elite networks in the Core, easy as pie, all the while I haven't heard a peep of this supposed super-slicer - Then you threaten to have killed me if I had not of said no to your offer?"
Hacks wagged a finger at the cigarra, "Shit's getting to your head." She couldn't talk, she was an addict, but her stimulants were an altogether different type of spice than what she imagined Johnny was smoking. She stood, turned her back to him and walked towards her kitchen, a metal hand ran over her head to comb down her hair, muttering something unintelligible under her breath as she went.
She had spent years of her life securing dominion of the Corporate Authorities over Denon and its neighbouring systems, relieved worlds of their sovereignty. The last of the original three Darkwire Shadowrunners. Dead senators from the Confederacy in the Outer Rim to the Alliance in the Deep Core had been in her crosshairs, she had worked for and against the Maw, for and against the Jedi, for and against the Hutts. Daughter of an Empire, raised by Ravens.
How far had all that gotten her? Nowhere. She opened the fridge door, the light came on and her eyes searched for a bottle. She was running out. Metal fingers gently plucked the last beer out of the fridge, flicked the cap off and brought it to her lips. Her eyes closed for a moment as she savoured the flavour. Then her eyes peeled back open, shut the fridge door and turned to Johnny, "Don't talk shit to me mate, I don't like it."
She tilted her head in a shrug, leaned back against the kitchen counter, "I explained why I don't do partnerships with strangers, I wasn't measuring my dick for you to compare." Blood rushed plastic veins. "I'll do a job with you, see how we go, if we work well together, fifty-fifty, but.." she paused, brought the beer to her lips again and began to scull until there was nothing left to drink, "If you fucking threaten me again like that, I'll fucking kill you," she swore, suddenly the bottle spun in her hand, neck pinched, and a cybernetic arm hurled the glass bottle at breakneck speed towards the wall beside Johnny.