Worldline 155 (codename AMERICANA-3)
17 November 2021 (Convention relative)
Hurtling towards the brick wall, Tina Fnord could only think two things: today had started out so well, and this was going to hurt a lot. And it did.
It was a routine assignment. An Infinity operative had gone missing on Americana-3, and she and her husband had been mostly in the area at the time so in the interests of keeping a Treaty partner happy could you go check it out, please? It’s probably nothing, the silly bastard got drunk off his ass and fell in a hole in Matamoros or something, but Infinity would like to have him returned intact if possible.
Of course, then they get there and it turns out that the guy did get drunk but he didn’t fall into a hole, he fell into a nest of Draka. Two homo drakensis setting up a beachhead in American Mexico had noticed the weird gringo drinking alone might not be part of the occupational army, and so they took action. Which led to Tina and Mal getting the drop on the snakes, which led to Tina getting thrown through the aforementioned brick wall.
Tina crashed through the wall and a furniture store’s worth of chairs before fetching up in a painful heap at the foot of the now-abandoned cantina’s bar. She dragged herself up to a kneeling position and shook her head to clear the cobwebs. Her ancestry made her tougher than the usual thirty-year-old woman, and she’d invested in some very interesting after-market upgrades. Didn’t mean it didn’t hurt, though.
“Well, well, well,” an amused voice drawled as her dance partner stepped through the hole Tina had made. “Yo’ actually got some fighting spirit! Kinda cute, too. I’m going to have so much fun breakin’ yo’.”
“Dispater, make him shut the hell up,” Tina mumbled, then got back on her feet and assumed a fighting stance. “The first shot’s free, Snakey,” she said out loud. “Next one you pay in teeth.”
The drakensis laughed. “Yo’ ferals are as dumb as yo’ weak,” he chortled. “I’m the product of decades of engineering the perfect warrior and yo’ got nothin’!” He charged, inhumanly fast, and threw a punch that Tina barely managed to dodge. His fist slammed into the bar and splintered the wood. Taking advantage of his loss of balance she grabbed the drakensis by the neck and slammed his head into the ruined bar.
“Perfect warrior doesn’t mean shit if you can’t do anything with it!” she snarled, throwing the drakensis to the ground and stomping hard on his arm. The engineered bone didn’t give, but the drakensis howled in pain regardless. Jupiter Stator and Minerva Mechanitrix, a small part of her mind chanted. Hear your descendant and give her the strength to put down this mockery.
The drakensis leapt to his feet and launched a flurry of blows toward Tina. She fired back with a set of krav maga counters that the snake hadn’t apparently seen before. The two danced across the cantina trading blows, and it quickly became apparent that Tina was slowly but surely losing the fight. The drakensis had the advantage in strength if not agility, and his reinforced body could take more punishment than Tina’s reinforcements. More and more punches and kicks kept getting through her blocks, and each one that landed hurt like twenty bastards.
But that was okay. Tina had a plan, a plan that she put into motion as the pain faded and she could feel a cool sensation in the middle of her brain start to spread outward.
Tina stepped back, a wicked grin on her face. The drakensis couldn’t figure out what she was suddenly all smiles about… until her eyes began to glow. “Think you’re the master race?” she said. “Guess what, you are not the meanest mothers in the valley.” She stretched out her hand and made a fist. As she did, a bolt of blue-white lightning appeared like an angel’s sword. She wound up in a perfect fastball stance, and just as the drakensis’s brain caught up to what was going on and he tried to dodge or find cover, she let go.
Things inside the ruined cantina got very exciting for a very short time after that.
Mr. Fnord interdimensional man of mystery
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17 November 2021 (Convention relative)
Hurtling towards the brick wall, Tina Fnord could only think two things: today had started out so well, and this was going to hurt a lot. And it did.
It was a routine assignment. An Infinity operative had gone missing on Americana-3, and she and her husband had been mostly in the area at the time so in the interests of keeping a Treaty partner happy could you go check it out, please? It’s probably nothing, the silly bastard got drunk off his ass and fell in a hole in Matamoros or something, but Infinity would like to have him returned intact if possible.
Of course, then they get there and it turns out that the guy did get drunk but he didn’t fall into a hole, he fell into a nest of Draka. Two homo drakensis setting up a beachhead in American Mexico had noticed the weird gringo drinking alone might not be part of the occupational army, and so they took action. Which led to Tina and Mal getting the drop on the snakes, which led to Tina getting thrown through the aforementioned brick wall.
Tina crashed through the wall and a furniture store’s worth of chairs before fetching up in a painful heap at the foot of the now-abandoned cantina’s bar. She dragged herself up to a kneeling position and shook her head to clear the cobwebs. Her ancestry made her tougher than the usual thirty-year-old woman, and she’d invested in some very interesting after-market upgrades. Didn’t mean it didn’t hurt, though.
“Well, well, well,” an amused voice drawled as her dance partner stepped through the hole Tina had made. “Yo’ actually got some fighting spirit! Kinda cute, too. I’m going to have so much fun breakin’ yo’.”
“Dispater, make him shut the hell up,” Tina mumbled, then got back on her feet and assumed a fighting stance. “The first shot’s free, Snakey,” she said out loud. “Next one you pay in teeth.”
The drakensis laughed. “Yo’ ferals are as dumb as yo’ weak,” he chortled. “I’m the product of decades of engineering the perfect warrior and yo’ got nothin’!” He charged, inhumanly fast, and threw a punch that Tina barely managed to dodge. His fist slammed into the bar and splintered the wood. Taking advantage of his loss of balance she grabbed the drakensis by the neck and slammed his head into the ruined bar.
“Perfect warrior doesn’t mean shit if you can’t do anything with it!” she snarled, throwing the drakensis to the ground and stomping hard on his arm. The engineered bone didn’t give, but the drakensis howled in pain regardless. Jupiter Stator and Minerva Mechanitrix, a small part of her mind chanted. Hear your descendant and give her the strength to put down this mockery.
The drakensis leapt to his feet and launched a flurry of blows toward Tina. She fired back with a set of krav maga counters that the snake hadn’t apparently seen before. The two danced across the cantina trading blows, and it quickly became apparent that Tina was slowly but surely losing the fight. The drakensis had the advantage in strength if not agility, and his reinforced body could take more punishment than Tina’s reinforcements. More and more punches and kicks kept getting through her blocks, and each one that landed hurt like twenty bastards.
But that was okay. Tina had a plan, a plan that she put into motion as the pain faded and she could feel a cool sensation in the middle of her brain start to spread outward.
Tina stepped back, a wicked grin on her face. The drakensis couldn’t figure out what she was suddenly all smiles about… until her eyes began to glow. “Think you’re the master race?” she said. “Guess what, you are not the meanest mothers in the valley.” She stretched out her hand and made a fist. As she did, a bolt of blue-white lightning appeared like an angel’s sword. She wound up in a perfect fastball stance, and just as the drakensis’s brain caught up to what was going on and he tried to dodge or find cover, she let go.
Things inside the ruined cantina got very exciting for a very short time after that.
Mr. Fnord interdimensional man of mystery
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"I. Drink. Your. NERDRAGE!"