She stayed inside her apartment, sitting on the floor back against a corner and gun in hand ready for a round 2 if necessary. She remained tensed, each cracking noises from the old structure made her jumpy, aiming towards the source. When two hours passed by , the waiting drove her mad, if she really was alive then she wouldn't be playing the waiting game with how sudden her attack was, like a rabid animal.



Gun in hand she slowly made her down down the corridor and to the streets, she heard multiple people cheering and loud mechanical sound echoing. As she turned the corner she witnessed a pack of scavengers having a field day dismantling the crazed woman apart , it felt wrong but a huge wave of relief overtook her releasing a deep sigh. Putting her weapon away she turned ready to head back home when something obviously missing reared its ugly head.... her missing arm. '' god fucking damnit.... no rest for the wicked i guess'' she growled going gun blazing towards the scavengers, her eyes focused on her missing arm. Her nimble body allowed to worm its way forward avoiding being riddled with holes.


In the confusion the scavenger did more harm against their stolen merchandise and eachother than against the purple yinglet, like snatching candy from a child she escaped running on all three with holding her ripped off arm like a piece of meat. Their attempt to give chase was halted, unwilling to leave precious tech behind thus allowing her to keep her meager price.



She entered the tech doctor operating room, he looked at the out of breath yinglet and chuckled '' Lass ya barely got dem implants and yer already snapping em like twigs''. Neeva rolled her eyes and tossed the arm at him '' shut the fuck up and fix it'' he smirked and nodded '' ever da thorny flower heh? yer boss, hot red lad with da horns offered a trade to fix yeh and keep it hush hush. Now be a dear and lay down, i'll fix da arm but promise me none of it goes mentioned to ya know who'' he replied.




Neeva grunted '' why the fuck not? What a crazy borg lady tear my arm off out of nowhere and i can't have her track if this wasn't a planned hit?'' the talyxian stalker began repairing her arm '' can't say much, all in da little trade me and him are gonna go back and forth on hehe... All i can tell ya is go home and sleep it off, best we forget it happened aight?''.

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