trans_9 | The fine fine line.

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The fine fine line.

In this world there were givers and there were takers.

The helpful, and the help themselves.

Jinx was for the time being one of the latter. Though the coarse of her short few years of life before the Earth was destroyed she had spent most of it firmly in the mindset of taking care of herself first. Up until recently that mindset had done pretty well by her.

But here she was now, adrift in space both literally and metaphorically speaking. She had worked all her young life for respect, perfecting her body, training her abilities. Scheming and plotting into the wee hours of the morning some days and what had that gotten her?

A backhand from a selfish woman she had looked up to.

Jinx had taken a few days to adjust to the sudden change in surroundings, hunkering down in a few areas, learning what she could. Now was the time for exploration. The ship had things she could use, information she wanted, skills she could learn, and who knew what other treasures she could stumble upon. She just had to find them.

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Though Jinx would be loath to admit it to her former compatriots from The HIVE Academy, she was a bit of a book worm. One had to be if they weren't naturally gifted with super genius level intelligence. But typically if there was ever a question worth asking the answer existed in one form or another, within a book.

So it stood to reason that in her settling into life on Stacy she would need to know just what sort of information she had at her disposal, and the library seemed like a good place to start. Still it was like no library she had every seen.

Not seeing anyone else immediately, she began to wander about examining the technology closely, but not yet touching anything. She had all the time in the world so there was no sense in hurrying.

Jinx was a girl of many talents, most of them used in reprehensible ways. For example, the only reason she ever learned how to drive a car was so she could use them to make her get away. And the only reason she taught herself to use a stick shift was after her first attempt at stealing a truck full of loot she discovered it wasn't an automatic.

There were however, some skills she had always had an interest in picking up but the crime based opportunity had never come to be, and one of them was flying.

There was a thrill in giving god and fate the finger and hurling yourself out into space trusting only your skill and (In Jinx's case unnatural) amount of luck to save you. But flying an actual ship had to have a feeling of power and control to it. A feeling she very much wanted to have.

Because for how exciting and exhilarating it was to leave things to chance, it was just as important for her to be able to regain control.

And so here she was idly pacing in between the giant robots, star fighters and...was that a blue phone booth?

Splicer was tinkering away, music blasting from inside the open cockpit of his Wraith fighter, and tools lying all over the table nearby.

He was fitting the custom items he had bought a while ago on the last shore leave and hadn't had the chance to put them in till today. A small doll of a little girl in a gothic lolita outfit sad on one of the wings of the starfighter and the sounds of humming to the electronic music where coming from said doll.

The doll was almost as fascinating to Jinx as was the ship. She approached slowly and silently watching him work, her feet padding along the warm floor of the hanger as sharp eyes drank in every detail of the scene before her.

While not much of a gear head she had spent enough time around Gizmo to recognize various tools and machines. The problem was more putting them together to figure out what he was doing. It was like a puzzle really. Those parts he was working with looked newish, but different and their difference was likely the entire purpose. But what could that purpose be?

Splicer smiled, not stopping his work as he started adjusting one of said parts. Soon enough, his voice was heard inside Jinx's head. "You know, you can come up yeah? I don't bite unless asked."

He chuckled, the doll paused her humming for a moment and then continued her cheerful tune once she knew it was all safe.

Jinx bit her lip and her eyes narrowed for a moment. There was just something unsettling about people speaking directly into her mind. Stacy doing it, now this person. It was starting to leave a bad taste in her mouth and conjuring up memories she wished she could forget.

Either way she wanted to see if she could learn more just from watching, best to play it coy for the time being. She moved graceful and light up the side of the craft to a better view point where she continued to watch silently.

"Take it you like starships then?" He asked in his normal voice, playful and deep but definitely cheerful.

He put his tool down and wipes the oil from his hands on a rag before wiping his brow and smiling at the girl. She's cute, never thought I'd see someone pull off pink hair ever since the Korhal Batriders Club.

"I'm interested." she corrected him and only looked directly at him when he was preoccupied with something else. It was quick and then her eyes were right back to the ship.

"I'm hoping to learn how to fly one since we've got so much more time on our hands now."

"You can say that again." He replied with a smile as he went back to work.

"You might want to talk to command about that then. They're the ones who teach new aspiring pilots. You might even get one of the x-wings they have in the hangar or a fighter of your own if you do well enough in the tests."

"I do well on tests." Jinx acknowledged moving a few paces to the side peering from another angle. "This is your personal craft?"

"Yup, last place I was before this place picked me up. Guessin' they picked her up right with me."

"Very nice...and what's with the doll?" Jinx couldn't help but ask. "Is she just a well dressed MP3 player?"

Splicer chuckled and shook his head. "Naw, that's Lil. Don't be shy hun, say hi to ummm our guest."

The doll doesn't move, but her voice is heard nonetheless. Small and sweet, "Hello~ Nice ta meet ya."

"Very cute." Jinx acknowledged. "And nice to meet you." She gave a little bow of her head to the doll no longer sure if it was just a machine or sentient.

She watched him work for another minute and then, "Have you been around here long? Out of the pods I mean?"

The doll giggled and went back to her humming atop the starship.

"Yes and no I guess? It's kinda hard to tell time around here, but I know for sure I'm from the previous pods before this last one. Sure feels like an eternity tho. I'd wager a month? Maybe two? Even if I want to say it's been a few years." He laughed.

Jinx gave only a polite chuckle but then asked her real question, "Well, even if you haven't been here long. What's your impression on all this? The war? Have you ever seen the enemy in action?"

"S'jus' another war to me really. Different enemy, different location, but war is war and it never changes. One side thinks their right, as well as the other. They fight until one or the other is victorious, whether it be by total victory, or peace treaties." He shrugs.

"The Ohm remind me of the biggest threat in my world, so it's not that shocking to me really. Faced em' in a space battle not too long ago. When we were near a planet doing a mission? Or was it shore leave? Either or, don't matter. A fleet of them showed up. And it was up to Star Command to put an end to them."

"Sure we beat them back and acquired some new intel... but we took heavy damage. No losses, but it took quite some time to get the ships that we didn't lose back in shape."

"Comforting." Jinx muttered sarcastically, "Not that I was expecting much better. some people around here sound like they've been here alot longer and results have been slow coming."

"It's true from what I hear." he replied, tightening a bolt and grabbing a few other tools to work on other items on the wing.

"Apparently it wasn't until recently that they made big progress as far as the big threat is involved. The last star battle."

Jinx sat on the edge of the ship now and glanced around the hanger. "Any progress is better then none I suppose. Not inspiring me with alot of confidence here though."

"Ha! Hey, I tell ya the truth. What good is it to tell ya a lie and make you act confident about things. It's better that you know the facts that we do know and go into this fight with your head screwed on right no? That way you know what to expect as far as the knowledge available to us." He looked back and gave her a reassuring smile.

"But like I said. I don't plan on losing this fight. Not now, or ever, for as long as I'm up and going."

"Well I hope you don't mind if I let you run into battle ahead of me. I'll hang back and try to work out how best to ya know...win this mess." She glanced over her shoulder and winked.

"Haha! Then you'll be standing really far away then." He winked and laughed a bit. "I'm a stealth specialist, second specialty is sniping. So I'll either be in the middle of things assassinating, or sniping people from way far. Either or, I enjoy my job."

"Now that's a much smarter way of dealing with things." Jinx acknowledged, "I prefer skill over strength whenever possible."

He smiled, "Yeah, same here. Got a good head on yer shoulders, you'll know how to keep it there better than a brute with insane strength. Now if you have em both? Then you'll nigh unstoppable."

He chuckled, remembering Miguel was that kind of brute. Might not have been the brightest tool in the shed, but man could that mofo break ya apart in a sec.

"My old team had it all." Jinx acknowledged with a mild look of annoyance, "Except inspiration, or an attention span. But we had the brawn, the brains and the skill to have been something fantastic."

But well...even when it was just her, Gizmo and Mammoth things never came easy.

Splicer paused and looked back at the girl raising an eyebrow.

"You talk as if it never happened that way tho, somethin' went wrong I take it?"

She sighed and shrugged, "Bad luck I suppose, there was always a flaw somewhere in the scheme, or a factor we couldn't account for. And now well, here we are."

"Kind'of the biggest slap on the face huh? But hey, who knows, you might be able to join one of the groups here. Maybe move on up more than ye were back at yer world yeah?"

"Eh, I suppose. I just have to find one that interests me. Inspires me you know what I mean?"

"Yeah I hear ya. Can't really work none with no inspiration. You start feeling sluggish and don't really put in yer all an' all that."

Jinx slid back to the ground sauntering away with a satisfied smile, "I'll see you around I'm sure." She waved with just the tips of her fingers.

He raised a brow and grinned. "Yeah, sure. Take it easy yeah?"

It was always fun talking to the playful rogue types. They always made conversations and occurrences that much more playful.

The sheer size of the city was utterly baffling to Jinx. The more she saw of it the more she became away it just wouldn't do to only have one hideout down amongst the ruins and apartments and statues and temples. She would have to prepare a few just in case.

For now only one was necessary. A place she could go to think, a place for plotting. To stash any loot and to hide when she had to.

Unfortunately there were alot of factors to making a proper hideout and one of them involved knowing who your neighbors would be. So for now she had to cover land and make notes. It was hard enough to determine which buildings were in inhabited in some cases as the owners weren't home.

Leaping and springing from roof to roof gave the pink haired girl a particular perspective of the word spread out below her. Every so often she would stop and examine a place, peering in the windows or listening for life, her mind buzzing with possibility.

Here, away from the all seeing eyes of Stacy so much wicked work could be done. It was all a matter of how.

There was a red-colored blur, and then wind. The tell-tale signs of a speedster, if Jinx had been paying attention.

Jinx jumped a little and instantly felt defensive. A red colored blur was only slightly better then a red and yellow colored blur. If Kid Flash were to show up out of no where she wasn't entirely sure what she would do.

The blur, spotting the bright flash of Pink that was Jinx's hair, backtracked.

"Ah, sorry. Didn't see you there. You're new, right?"

Jinx relaxed about a hair to see it wasn't Kid Flash, or even The Flash as far as she could tell.

"Yeah, just seeing what the "big city" as to offer." She remarked innocently.

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Exploring The City (ooc: She'll be moving around so any place you wish to introduce her to?)

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Re: Exploring The City (ooc: She'll be moving around so any place you wish to introduce her to?)

Re: Exploring The City (ooc: She'll be moving around so any place you wish to introduce her to?)

Re: Exploring The City (ooc: She'll be moving around so any place you wish to introduce her to?)