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Started March 05, 2018 by Squishy

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Elizia watched the cop take the drink, and take a swig. Not even a minute later, his head hit the counter with a thunk. Some people glanced over, most laughed. Elizia, suddenly worried she had made a mistake coming here, reached to her cloaking band, but the girl across the counter held up a hand, saying, "Stop. Don't worry about him."

"It was just a bit of zelo serum," Valentina explained with a sunshine-y grin. "He's A-Okay. What's your name, anyway?"

(Okay, Elizia appears to have phased across the bar. Fine by me.)

"I'm Elizia, ma'am…" She responded nervously.

To be honest, this woman's grin, however creepy it may seem, appeared to be in good nature. But wasn't fully trusting just yet. Hesitantly, she removed her hand from her cloak and asked, "And your name?"

"Valentina Grandstovian, finest bounty hunter this side of the universe," she introduced, taking the girl's hand in a swift handshake. "You've heard of me, I'm certain."

Elizia gave a confused smile, "Actually, no. I'm a tad bit young, and I only escaped from Lovutha's fake theocracy till just yesterday. I arrived from off-world this morning." Elizia held her smile, genuine this time. She found this person interesting.

Valentina's face fell. "Aw. Really? I'm the one who caught the notorious Sector 99 Wrangler. That wasn't too long ago." At Elizia's confused look, she waved her hands. "Never mind. If you're young, you're young. So, fake theocracy?" she queried.

"Mhm." She hummed affirmative, "Lovuthans are typically extremely religious. But some of us can see past the false gods they believe in. We turn towards technology." She showed the inside of her jacket, lined with tools and data chips, some of them illegal, "And we are promptly cast out. Thankfully. They call us godless tinkerers. We prefer the term Mechanists."

"Religion," Valentina repeated with an incredulous laugh. Her eyes widened at the girl's wide array of tech. She said, "I'm a bit of a techie myself. Just recently purchased a cloaking device." She tapped the side of her temple. "I can be anyone, anytime."

Elizia slid into a chair, suddenly finding herself comfortable around the bounty hunter, "Really? A good choice. May I ask where you got it from? I'm kinda looking for work."

"It's not quite legal. Anywhere. I got it from the junkyards on the edge of sector 345." Valentina lowered her voice, glancing at the sleeping commander.

"Yeesh," responded Elizia, "even Lovuthans know that place is straight up no man's land. Pirates crawl all over that spot, I hear."

Brella's words spoke the words she didn't, Bounty hunters, pirates, scavenger gangs, they all live out there. Nobody goes out there unless they have either connections, a good shooting hand, or a death wish.

"It's a place I frequent fairly often." Valentina took a demure sip of her beverage. "Ever been?"

"Never," She answered, "Part of me really wants to. I hear there are some old cargo liners wrecked out that way. But, as I said, the pirates aren't exactly friendly. And I haven't really had the chance."

Elizia slid another whiskey's worth of cash accross the counter, and took her drink in hand, "At some point, I'd love to. And maybe bring my sister with me. The only thing, I don't really know where she is."

"The pirates are easy to seduce and easier to kill," Valentina replied off handedly. She swirled her drink around the bottom of her glass. "What's happened to your sister? You say she's missing?"

"Not missing. I just don't really know where she went. She left long before I did. She's older than me by a few years, and is one of the first Mechanists. She goes by Brella."

Elizia's eyes went wide as a hundred possible thoughts entered her head, "Have you met her? Or maybe you can help me find her? Or does she live in 345 now?"

"Brella, huh?" Valentina repeated the name in a slow drawl, thinking hard. Brella, Brella, the name did ring a bell. She must have heard it before. But where? She thought back to 345. No, she'd not met a Brella at 345. "Can you describe her real quick? I get this feeling I've met her somehow."

Elizia closed her eyes, picturing her sister for a second, "A foot taller than me, unkempt black hair, down to her mid back. Purple eyes."

Opening her eyes, she went on, "If I know her well enough, she was either running charity work on bionics like his," she gestured to the sleeping cop, "or doing something illegal for herself."