[center][color=8dc73f] [h2]Naisha Alexandros[/h2][/color][/center]

	Naisha groaned as she stirred awake from her dream.[color=8dc73f]" That dream again..."[/color] She mumbled, placing a hand on her face, hiding her eyes from a blinding light. After a few moments, the blinding light proved to be the screen on her computer terminal. She was still in her wheel chair, sitting in front of the PC. Seemed she had fallen asleep while browsing the web. The sound of faint music could be heard from the headphones that had slipped off her head in her sleep.[color=8dc73f]" Aghh... ugh..."[/color] She groaned and pulled away from the desk, resting her back against the chair, letting her head hang back as she stared at the ceiling for a bit.

	She was in her home, a somewhat cozy little place in the slums. Cozy might be an overstatement, but it had what she needed and was cheap to get through...a hmm completely legal means. Her home consisted of 2 garages that had the wall between them demolished to form one big space. Cheap, sturdy and well... hard to find. It also served as a convenient place where she could freely work on all her drones and machines since a decent part of her income came from repairing machines. As such one of the garages was her living space and the other was the work area.[color=8dc73f]" What time is it...?"[/color] She mumbled, looking at the clock on the screen, grimacing and pulling the wheel chair away from the desk, moving it over to the small walled off area that served as bathroom and rest room. It had convenient railing for her to hold for support and after, with quite a few struggles, pulling herself up to a standing position she walked to the sink, washing her face, before deciding to get a shower. She still smelled like machine oil and turpentine. 

	About an hour later, she walked back to her bed with her cane for support and picked one of the spare sets of clothing she kept folded in the nightstand. As she started putting on her new set of clothes, her eyes lingered on the big scar that was on her chest. The uneven darkened skin and the sharp edges. She could recall the moment her mother's blade pierced her back then... Why did she hide her away back then? Naisha often wished that her mother stayed with her even if it meant getting caught. She was fine with dying with her parents... now she was alone... all alone. Shinra took everything.[color=8dc73f]" ...SHIN...RA..."[/color] She ground her teeth, as she clenched her hand and fingers across the scar, leaving deep red marks where her nails slid across bare skin. With eyes filled with bloodlust, her heartbeat sped up. She could hear the pulsating sound inside her head. It almost hurt to be honest, but eventually she calmed down enough and resumed dressing up. It's been so many years... yet she wasn't close enough to getting revenge. She wanted to speed up, but then another side of her stopped her. If she got sloppy, she'd die before killing anyone of importance. She needed to get a grasp to kill one of the high operatives... yes. One step at a time.

	Standing up once more, with a bit of a trembling hand she pulled the wheel chair over and settled in it just as she felt her legs starting to strain.[color=8dc73f]" I... should be resting more."[/color] She eventually concluded at the apparent general lack of energy she was facing. Lack of sleep and not too great diet often left her with somewhat of a lacking health, even more so. With a frown she moved to the fridge and pulled an energy drink and a store bought sandwich, not the most classy meal, but beggers can't be choosers. Besides she wasn't a good cook. With those in place she moved back to the computer terminal. In a way it was her baby, she made sure it was tapped into the network at a place that wasn't close to here, in fact just for that she had set up a few hundreds meters of cabling. Origin of the signal if it was actually ever traced should lead to another building some distance away, giving her ample time to bail. Of course she never planned to be traced to begin with. 

	Putting on the news to play, she started to browse the usual networks after going through the security motions of setting up the system to appear as if accessing from another town, setting redundant fake traces and all the other good stuff. Finally accessing with a fake ID, she started to look through an anonymous network. She had snatched some Shinra data last time she got into their network, a bunch of banking data, she made utmost sure they hadn't realized that one. She hadn't touched a gil from those accounts. The moment she did, they would be all over it and the banking codes would be changed. So it was use once only deal. Of course it was also possible they were aware of it and were waiting for someone to use those bank account codes for them to crack down and capture. She had felt she gotten them a tad too easily after all. So for those reasons she preferred to just sell those off, if someone else got snatched, not her problem... maybe she'd sell it to AVALANCHE... they likely needed the funds. So she set up her own post to advertise the need of people who could launder big amounts of stolen Shinra money. 

	After dealing with that annoyance, she was just about to leave the network and go dig around the junkyard for parts when a specific post caught her attention.[color=8dc73f]" Prototype Shinra Sweeper? Really?"[/color] She mumbled to herself and investigated the post, rather... well crafted post. The code also seemed authentic for Shinra. She knew, after hacking into their networks so many times, if she couldn't recognize the coding style she'd be blind and might as well retire. So... from the avaible preview, authentic code and possibly authentic sweeper schematics. The code itself she didn't really care that much about. She could code her own, the schematics however did pick her interest. Somehow she felt iffy however, it was too... coincidental. Why on earth would Shinra schematics clearly prototype appear on the market. However Naisha did see herself using some of the mech's elements to incorporate into her own drones. It didn't hurt to at least get some info about the offer if she was careful. So she sent a message to the person who set the offer, expressing her interest and giving them the address to a secure anonymous chat where they could discuss further along with a time to begin the discussion. With that she took her phone, set secure access to the chat and headed for the junkyard where all manners of machinery and metal scrap were tossed at daily basis. She wasn't after anything specific, she'd try her luck and see what pops up. Going out of her place she locked the door behind herself and started slowly moving down the streets. She wasn't using the chair's motors and controls, better save those for when they really mattered after all. Batteries couldn't be recharged on the fly and if she needed to escape from someone or something she'd need all the juice in them she could get.

 Some of the people whom she met were familiar faces from living here for such a long time so she waved at them and exchanged greetings and other pleasantries like asking what was going on, where they were going and so on. All in all, she was a slum kid after all.