Ape Dos Mil || Orbiting Omega
Jack walked around the filthy place with her hood up, glancing towards the direction of AfterLife, she didn’t give the place a second thought. It was ran by the Omega Queen Aria and she was a force to be reckoned with, if Jack was asking to die–fucking with Aria would be the way to go quickly.
She skimmed over the long line and walked passed patrons wanting to get into the club, heading towards the shop district searching for salvageable parts, anything to allows her to tinker with some things and maybe build herself something to get the hell off this place. Leaning up against a kiosk and searching through the materials she sighed, darting her eyes at the Elcor owner before moving away.
“Goddamn it.”
She found nothing, nothing useful that’s for sure.
subject-zero-zero-bullshit reblogged this from furysinclair and added:
“Look like a lady–what is it with people and these overly polite nouns–Look, hired help? What kind of help can you do?”...
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An Average day on Omega for a freelance merc meant at least once visit to the shopping district, to attempt to sell his...
