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[h2] Alexi Krackov [/h2]
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In the lands of lawlessness, only the strong, the smart, and the ruthless survive. Wars have been waged, the very lands have been shattered, but evil can survive it all. The blood thirsty mercs of this world only pale in comparison to the phantom that stood outside of a quiet town. A looming ghost of death, the figure shrouded in fog was slowly revealed as the sun's rays pierced through the low clouds. It almost appeared hunchbacked, a blade stained dark red along the edges glistened for a moment, as the giant stood motionless. From the distance, a demon approached. The ghost's puppet master. What horrific plans does this devil have for this sma-

"I swear, it's like I'm trying to free myself from quicksand every time I visit this shit hole. God damn Mom never changing, constantly whining about how the neighbors keep using up the towns water for their fuckin pool. Then the moment I try to leave, Dad comes home, gets all meet and greety with me, next thing you know it, I get dragged into eating dinner and spending the night. God I hope they don't see me, or they'll force me to take home some farm cooked bread or whatever the hell." Alexi huffed as she approached her mech, The Butcher. 

"'It's gluten free, all natural. Come on Alexi, you need to eat more healthy. This root will cure those headaches! This oil will sooth those scars. Come on dear' blah blah blah." Finishing her rant in a mocking voice, Alexi climbed into her mech, powering it on and began to move away from the small Frontier town. "If it actually worked Mom, they'd call it fucking medicine, not 'alternative' medicine or some bullshit. Natural my ass. You guys cleared 2 acres of forest to plant that shit, what was natural about that? Ugh. I swear there better be some job I can take to cleanse my fucking pallet after what I just had to fucking sit through." 

The Butcher began to make its way through the countryside, as its pilot lazily scrolled through the Guild's message board for jobs. She had joined the "Outcast Guild" as sort of a vacation from her normally more.... "intense" jobs per her doctor's recommendation. Apparently shooting yourself in the head tends to put a bit of a damper on your performance, so to someone like Alexi, this was more busy work than anything else. Speaking of, her eyes lit up as the page rested on one particular job.

It was Scavenge job, something normally Alexi wouldn't bother with, but with that price tag and description, it certainly caught her attention. Normally Scavenge jobs was more of a hauling type deal, but the zone in which the customer wanted the part wasn't exactly quiet, so she was sure to ram at least one Raider through with her sword. "Seal clubbing it is..." she mumbled as she selected the mission. 

The boosters on her mech blasted to life, rocketing her Hunchback into the distance, and setting her on a course to the notorious ruins of The Ratlin & Cores Small Arms Factory.