Tibera Jessen
War Dog
Mahranee was a planet in crisis, taken by the Black Sun and controlled by various gangs who all tried to fill a power vacuum. Even the Capital City was being divided up like a butchered hog, every gang got a piece of the meal, but some wanted more. Tibera had been contracted by one of these gangs, a group of cutthroats who wanted a bigger cut. They needed a one woman army who could bust up other gangs for a fair price, but the brothers at the top of the chain wanted a little extra insurance. They had contracted
Alana Calloway
, another warrior woman who could cause chaos amongst their enemies.
It started with a simple patrol, walking into contested territory and watching for possible enemies. It was only a half an hour into the patrol that it became clear Tibera would have company. She saw Alana, who she'd worked with before, and gave a smirk under her helmet. The armored merc raised a hand off her rifle to wave, excited to meet up with one of her few friends.
"Didn't expect to have any backup on this OP, especially not you Alana."
Tibera chuckled, walking down an alley, her eyes scanning the dark corners with extreme scrutiny. There could be danger around every corner, just like any other warzone. But, having a skilled gun hand was enough to let the big merc relax. "If we don't find anything big on patrol, I figure we can knock off early and get some drinks."
With so little to go off of from their employers, the responsibility of information gathering was theirs. It meant a lot of walking, a lot of asking questions, and a lot of danger. Doing the old school legwork got old fast, this was why she never tried to be security. All the detective work was annoying, she'd much rather just shoot some of these bastards rather than talk to them.
Alana Calloway
, another warrior woman who could cause chaos amongst their enemies.It started with a simple patrol, walking into contested territory and watching for possible enemies. It was only a half an hour into the patrol that it became clear Tibera would have company. She saw Alana, who she'd worked with before, and gave a smirk under her helmet. The armored merc raised a hand off her rifle to wave, excited to meet up with one of her few friends.
"Didn't expect to have any backup on this OP, especially not you Alana."
Tibera chuckled, walking down an alley, her eyes scanning the dark corners with extreme scrutiny. There could be danger around every corner, just like any other warzone. But, having a skilled gun hand was enough to let the big merc relax. "If we don't find anything big on patrol, I figure we can knock off early and get some drinks."
With so little to go off of from their employers, the responsibility of information gathering was theirs. It meant a lot of walking, a lot of asking questions, and a lot of danger. Doing the old school legwork got old fast, this was why she never tried to be security. All the detective work was annoying, she'd much rather just shoot some of these bastards rather than talk to them.