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Rarely, these jobs are uneventful for me... but THIS?
I normally try to take the simplest and most ethical jobs I can get that don't seem so shady... But being a picky mercenary doesn't really pay the bills well.
With money starting to get tight on me, I ended up taking a contract to escort and safeguard some cargo of questionable legality, most likely narcotics or weapons- whatever it was, it was apparently valuable enough to have four other mercenaries look after it.
I was nervous at that point, a total of five decently armed mercenaries for one cargo shipment? Our contractor must be expecting trouble.
Our destination was a city that was ideal for our transaction, as the law around there seemed very lax, a perfect place to do drug and arms dealing.
I was expecting something to go wrong during the transaction, and I'd be right... But not for the reason I assumed.
I originally assumed either we would be betrayed by our buyer, or we would end up being apprehended by local law enforcement.
Instead, by the time the deal was signed, I was sent to extract cargo from the ship.
I'll never forget that moment, just grabbing that pallet jack, sliding it underneath the palate... Only to hear a voice coming directly in front of me.
"Careful there, big boy"
I thought my auditory sensors were acting up for a minute there, as there was nothing in front of me but the cargo, no room for anyone... but then SHE showed up, just casually phasing through the cargo and the pallet jack like some sort of ghost, right in front of me.
"That's a good way to hurt your back"
I didn't even have time to process whether what was right in for me was a hologram or a real person. Though, it became quite apparent that she was indeed real when I felt a kick to the chest that sent me flying back.
"Who the FUCK?!"
Said one of them that we were dealing with.
So it was safe to say at that point, whoever this was, is not with either of us.
By the time I managed to pick myself up, the fight had already broken out.
As if her ghostly phasing wasn't creepy enough, now she was creating actual duplicates of herself, taking on the entire group.
It became clear that we were in way over our heads, she fought in such a way that she found herself with spare time to pose for a selfie for one of her clones who was just simply holding on to the phone as well as her cape.
And the way she was just fitting in some casual corny one-liners, she was like some sort of classic comic book superhero come to life, and we were the villains.
Throughout the fight, only a few shots were made before our firearms were either cut in half by her blades or simply knocked out of our hands.
I'm certain that I was the only one that managed to land a few shots on the clones, but every time I did they just disappeared as quickly as they showed up, and my focus on them approaching me only bought time for the real one to sucker-punch me and grapple my rifle away.
"Ohh NO-no-no-noo, NEVER point a gun at a person, loaded or not, did they never teach you that, baby?"
I glanced around, and I was the last one up, the others had already been either knocked out or subdued by her remaining clones.
Forgetting my sawed off shotgun in the panic, I whipped out my wrist blade, which only made her smile as she made those claws of hers emerge again.
"Compensating for something, big boy?"
The fight was exhilarating but embarrassing, she was too fast, too nimble... and too rightfully confident with her every move.
Every swipe I made missed, or got blocked by her.
Every strike from her claws I blocked with seem to deliberate on her part.
And every hit she made on me was with her fists instead of her claws.
And by the time she was done playing with me, all she did was one single leg sweep, and it was over, before I had a chance to even become undazed, more clones emerge from her to quickly grapple and subdue me.
The one holding my left arm prevented me from activating my wrist blade again.
Desperate, I reached for my sawed-off, only to have another clone slip her index perfectly behind my trigger finger while her other hand simply unchambered the two loaded slugs in my gun.
It was over, I was facing another clone with them claws out as a warning, while hearing her deliver lectures and more one-liners to each one of her captives, leaving me for last.
"(You got my good side darling?- okay good) Now THIS one here, I feel potential in this one, but like most others, can't help but misplace his talents for quick and easy money..."
She'd say to the camera before slowly removing her shades and looking back at me.
"... *tisk* *tisk* *tisk* *tisk* what a shame, not really setting a good example for us dragons, bad boy"
Apparently she's called a Ghost Dragon, I don't know about the dragon part, but I definitely understand the ghost part, still sends shivers down my spine the way she can just walk through solid matter, like it doesn't exist to her.
She then pulls another corny pose for the camera while still looking back at me.
"No matter, 'cause baby, I got you~"
At the end of all that, everyone, the mercenaries I was working with, the dealers, the civilians- hell even the local law enforcement was asking the same thing I was.
"WHO THE HELL IS THIS WOMAN?!"Song I found quite fitting for this: https://youtu.be/SMf0mjsIk-AHey, what do you know? I actually wrote a story and not a huge mass of wall of text... I think.
Quite a journey the making of this image was.
I was introduced to this character by
Mrwarfaremachine himself and found her quite interesting.Although I had seen this character, I never got around the time to research who she was and what she's about.
And after being told she was pretty much the incarnation of a corny/cheesy superhero, I couldn't help but think of plenty of cool and humorous ideas for her.
However, after getting the pose done, I must have saved at the worst possible time as the scene became corrupted the next time I booted it up after a crash.
Although they were still in their poses, the millisecond I clicked on them, they would suddenly distort and zero-slider on the map, effectively destroying my hard work.
I couldn't even undo the distortion either, because as far as the engine was concern, they were already there, even though I could clearly see that they weren't.
Basically, I was facing major corrupted and haunted "source spaghetti"
Eventually, what ended up being the solution was being able to somehow glitch them back into their original poses by copying the positions they appeared to be in before they ended up distorting, then pasting them back in.
However, they would mess up later, and a bunch of other things in the session were broken.
I couldn't rotate anything, sliders were no longer working, I couldn't pose lighting, I couldn't do anything.
So I had to save the poses by exporting them and then importing them.
However, the importing part of SFM never worked for me for some reason, every time when I import, the program crashes, and this was on day one when I started SFM, so I know it's not something that happened over time.
And I couldn't risk verifying the cash integrity and reinstall the program, considering how much that can mess up more than it fixes.
So, I basically did a "lazy Purple" and asked my friend
RED_EYE_RUS if he would be so nice as to import them in his scene and give me the saved session.And EUREKA! I was back in business, and I was able to finish this picture.
What a journey.
Character(s): (WarfareMachine)-Mirage| (Dragon-V0942)-Mathew Kelly
Background and props used: (SargentMark | Puny Human)-Scenebuilt background | (Ico Harbinger)-Sawed-off shotgun
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