"Kriff, another day, another damn gang fight."
The Cyberpunks and the Diamond Eyes never quite saw eye to eye. Tensions between the two gangs had been tense for the past few months, but for a while Juno had been holding out hope their differences wouldn't dissolve into conflict. The last thing she had wanted was another thing to keep her distracted from bigger plans. Unfortunately, things didn't pan out that way.
"Bryn said meet 'im down by the docks. Bring some iron 'n yer wits, too." Two minutes later and Sam was out the door, followed closely by Juno dressed head to toe in black and packing iron and wires. Iron as in her semi-reliable .38, and wits as in her slicing tools. Bryn uses to call her Wits before everyone started calling her Mars. He still did on occasion, when he was feeling friendly.
Two hours later, Sam and Juno parted ways somewhere in town. The fight could've gone better, and evidence of that stained Juno's right knuckles red and scuffed her left ones a bit. The girl rarely got involved in the physical fighting, but the Diamond Eyes had been more aggressive than usual. Crude was a hell of a drug, long story short.
"I'll see ya later Cyberpyscho," Sam joked, alluding to the bastardized nickname of their gang. "See ya." Juno gave them a bump to the fist, then headed off further into town as the two parted ways. "Damn Diamonds." Juno shook her hand as she walked off, pain radiating from her fist after the bump. They weren't bleeding anymore, so she wouldn't bother to wrap them, but damn did it hurt. If she could help it, Juno generally avoided throwing punches.
"Now where's Krel's from here?" It'd been a bit since Juno'd been in town in town, because she was a little bit of a homebody. There was a lot to do out in the city, sure, but there was plenty for her to do back in her cozy (often cramped) little room. If she cut her hearing and stuck her nose in one of her romance novels, it was almost like she didn't even have roommates! The teen spent most of her time in the garage though, tinkering away on herself, someone else, or some piece of tech she'd put her attention into. She got more privacy there than her room too, because Sam and Tess had less qualms barging into the latter for some reason.
"Mars! Long time no see kiddo. Where've ya been?"
Krel's booming voice greeted her the moment his eyes caught sight of her, causing the restaurant's patrons to glance her way for a brief moment. If the Quarren man was anything, it was loud.
"Workin'. Plannin'. Tinkerin'." She slid up onto the bartool and plucked a chip from the basket he promptly scooted over to her. "Did you get—"
"Diamonds got to it." He interrupted her before she could finish asking him if he'd got his latest shipment in. Her eyes rolled back, and he just shrugged with a defeated sigh. "Don't worry yourself too much 'bout it. I shot Bryn a message. He'll get to it."
"Bryn got clipped today," Mars piped up, though she kept her voice down a bit. "Was his left arm, not his cyber, so nothing I can do to help. He's out waitin' on a Bac." Juno popped another chip into her mouth. "Lemme try 'n get it back for you! 'Sides, I want the shippin' info on that crate."
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The Cyberpunks and the Diamond Eyes never quite saw eye to eye. Tensions between the two gangs had been tense for the past few months, but for a while Juno had been holding out hope their differences wouldn't dissolve into conflict. The last thing she had wanted was another thing to keep her distracted from bigger plans. Unfortunately, things didn't pan out that way.
"Bryn said meet 'im down by the docks. Bring some iron 'n yer wits, too." Two minutes later and Sam was out the door, followed closely by Juno dressed head to toe in black and packing iron and wires. Iron as in her semi-reliable .38, and wits as in her slicing tools. Bryn uses to call her Wits before everyone started calling her Mars. He still did on occasion, when he was feeling friendly.
Two hours later, Sam and Juno parted ways somewhere in town. The fight could've gone better, and evidence of that stained Juno's right knuckles red and scuffed her left ones a bit. The girl rarely got involved in the physical fighting, but the Diamond Eyes had been more aggressive than usual. Crude was a hell of a drug, long story short.
"I'll see ya later Cyberpyscho," Sam joked, alluding to the bastardized nickname of their gang. "See ya." Juno gave them a bump to the fist, then headed off further into town as the two parted ways. "Damn Diamonds." Juno shook her hand as she walked off, pain radiating from her fist after the bump. They weren't bleeding anymore, so she wouldn't bother to wrap them, but damn did it hurt. If she could help it, Juno generally avoided throwing punches.
"Now where's Krel's from here?" It'd been a bit since Juno'd been in town in town, because she was a little bit of a homebody. There was a lot to do out in the city, sure, but there was plenty for her to do back in her cozy (often cramped) little room. If she cut her hearing and stuck her nose in one of her romance novels, it was almost like she didn't even have roommates! The teen spent most of her time in the garage though, tinkering away on herself, someone else, or some piece of tech she'd put her attention into. She got more privacy there than her room too, because Sam and Tess had less qualms barging into the latter for some reason.
"Mars! Long time no see kiddo. Where've ya been?"
Krel's booming voice greeted her the moment his eyes caught sight of her, causing the restaurant's patrons to glance her way for a brief moment. If the Quarren man was anything, it was loud.
"Workin'. Plannin'. Tinkerin'." She slid up onto the bartool and plucked a chip from the basket he promptly scooted over to her. "Did you get—"
"Diamonds got to it." He interrupted her before she could finish asking him if he'd got his latest shipment in. Her eyes rolled back, and he just shrugged with a defeated sigh. "Don't worry yourself too much 'bout it. I shot Bryn a message. He'll get to it."
"Bryn got clipped today," Mars piped up, though she kept her voice down a bit. "Was his left arm, not his cyber, so nothing I can do to help. He's out waitin' on a Bac." Juno popped another chip into her mouth. "Lemme try 'n get it back for you! 'Sides, I want the shippin' info on that crate."
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