It was getting late. The outpost itself never seemed to sleep. Sounds of random gun violence went off in the distance like rolling thunder. Escorts could be heard earning their wages through the thin walls of the roach motel. Sev lay on the bed in the darkness of her room listening to the cacophony of sounds and life surrounding her. Motionless. Thoughtless. Her silver locs tangled around the pillow like otherworldly tendrils. Her electric blue eyes cut through the darkness of the room, unfocused, catching bits of dust and debris in her unblinking gaze. Minutes pass before her slender frame animates under the sheets. She moves silently, pulling the sheets over her body as she sits upright. According to the heads up display in her vision it was time to start moving. Sev had a job and she was never late for a job. The neon lights of the backwater town trickled in through the window above her bed, bathing her tawny brown skin in various colors. She let out an audible sigh as she pulled the sheets away and got up to get dressed. Androids tend to travel relatively light compared to their carbon based counterparts. Sev only had one outfit to choose from. She slipped into a pair of black jeans before hopping into her combat boots and throwing a grey crop hoodie over her head. Sev made her way over to the nightstand where she kept her blaster. It was a relic built to look like a magnum revolver, sleek in it's design, weathered from use, with the name Amanzi etched into the side of the barrel. After running a quick diagnostic to ensure it was still in working order she holstered the weapon and tied the strap over her hip. She grabbed the old filthy trench coat riddled with scorch marks and bullet holes along the hem and threw it on. It didn't fit very well but it wasn't supposed to. The door to her room slid open with a hiss at her approach. Sev left the room looking exactly how she found it, uninhabited. 

	She stormed down the hall of the motel, moving with purpose. Her eyes flashing like strobes as she took in the dank scenery of the molding walls, pealing wallpaper, and graffiti in various languages. Alcohol bottles, spray cans,and broken robotic limbs littered the floors. This place was a wreck. A cesspool even. Sev had to deactivate some of sensory functions because it smelled worse than it looked. A frail looking robot with a heavily rusted body and a deteriorating suit and tie paint job greeted Sev from behind the front desk as she passed, stiffly waving a clawed hand. "Good evening madam", it's voice sounded grating like someone shaking a bag of aluminum cans in auto tune, "Will you be staying with us again"? Sev paused just short of the exit before turning on her heels to face the automaton. In an instant she considered her options. She'd need a plan B and a place to lay low if things didn't work out with the new gig. If worst came to worst she could always stay another night and hop another transport ship in the morning."Sure", she answered shortly as she reached over the counter and wiped the layer of dust from the machine's face. It's amber colored eyes flickered and dimmed slightly. Sev gave the robot a playful pat on the side of it's metal head before proceeding out the door and onto the streets. All manner of cargo ship and transport flew overhead, thrusters humming. The streets were crowded, you couldn't move without being shoulder to shoulder with a stranger. Street performers banged on their robotic companions for drums while they belted out samples of ancient melodies to somehow create music. Venders screamed and shouted from their stalls, peddling anything from mystery street meat to bootleg cybernetic limb replacements. Occasionally a passerby would steal a glance at Sev. She could feel their eyes on her. It was a feeling she'd gotten used to ignoring. 

	The hustle and bustle of the main streets proved to be too much for the android. Sev elbowed her way through the sea of bodies and into the nearest alleyway. However, she wasn't alone. Her auditory sensors picked up two entities shadowing her movement. Maybe it was just coincidence. Sev picked up her pace a bit. The entities tailed her for a few more blocks. Maybe it wasn't coincidence. They had to be Hanzers. Back alley thugs who cut down robots and androids to sell their parts, in short they were scum. Their pace quickened along with their heart rates . They were preparing to strike. Sev didn't have time to take out the trash. She wasn't about to let these thugs slow her down. Wordlessly, Sez turned around to face her would be assailants and flashed the blaster on her belt. The Hanzers turned out to be two young boys. There was a pause as a mix of confusion and fear washed over their dirty faces. Slowly, the kids realized she wasn't an easy mark. They communicated with a couple of glances and began running back the way they had came. With a flourish Sev turned and continued on her way. Moments later she found herself in a less impoverished district. She could feel the ground underneath her feet vibrating with bass as she neared her destination. Club Nightcore and all of it's trashy glory. The line to get in went around the block. Luckily for Sev she wasn't looking for a party. She approached the bouncer that was holding down the line, a human with mural of face tattoos. His hair was glistening with grease and tucked back into a tight ponytail, he easily had 300 pounds on Sev and barely managed to stay contained in his black suit and tie.[color=92278f]"Is the bike ready"[/color], she asked shortly

	"Is the cash ready", the bouncer shot back. Sev quickly reached into one of the many pockets on her trench coat and brandished three black, slender cards. One of which had a golden strip pressed into it. Cold hard credits, the intergalactic currency of choice. The bouncer greedily snatched the credits and stuffed them into his jacket pocket before jerking a thumb towards the building. "It's around back. Don't scratch the paint Tin Man". Sev let the slur slide for now. The android wandered around the side of the club and found herself in yet another ally. The bike was covered with a tarp which she managed to remove in one motion. She mounted the hover bike and started the engine. The engine roared to life, the noise itself shook the ground. Without a second to lose Sev took to the streets and headed for the wastes beyond outpost. What a fine life she'd managed to build for herself. A cutting edge espionage and killing machine designed to wage war, reduced to scavenger on some fringe backwater outpost. The ride into the wastes gave her plenty of time to think and come up with her next move. However, her train of thought was derailed by what appeared to be a crash landing on the horizon. She watched from the hover bike as a flaming mass of ship plummeted to the planet's surface a ways off from her current position. Upon further inspection, her ocular sensors picked up a life-form that had jettisoned themselves from the wreckage just in time. This may end up being a more lucrative scavenge run than she had initially thought. She waited a safe distance away for the life-form to land safely before she decided to approach. Sev rode the hover bike near the life-form's landing site, giving them a few yards of space so as not to intimidate them too much. With inhuman grace, she dismounted the  bike and placed a hand on her perfectly manufactured hip taking special care to pull back her coat to show that she was armed. She ransacked her hard drive trying to figure out just what species she'd happened upon and met with little results. This one was exotic. [color=92278f]"Are you in the habit of crash landing"[/color], she attempted humor, [color=92278f]"I could give you a lift to the outpost, for a price"[/color].