It was getting late. The city 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 lied 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 city 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 word 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 was on the list. The bouncer on duty was a huge human maybe about 500 pounds by Sev's estimate. His tattoos seemed to run all over his body and face. His oily black hair was into the style of a topknot. He peered over his shades at Sev as she approached, "Whoa, line starts back there bucket head", he spat the slur. Sev stood her ground placing a hand on her hip, doing her best impression of being sassy. "Check the list", she said simply, "Name's Amanzi. With Acacia Sadler". The bouncer rolled his eyes, already aggravated with the situation. He glances down at the list, then back to Sev and back to the list again. "Alright just don't start any shit. There's a reason we don't let your type in here", the bouncer moves aside to let Sev through. Looks like her alias still holds up for now.
Upon entering the club Sev is assaulted with a wall of sound coming from the center stage. Some terrible trance/garage band was performing. Apparently they were the opening act of the evening to get the crowd warmed up. The lights overhead violently flashed warm angry colors in conjunction with the deafening music. Random drunken dancers bumped into Sev as she gingerly made her way over to the bar. She absolutely hated everything about the club setting. The people, the atmosphere, the drinks. It was just too much. A collective numbing of the senses. Sev was posted up on the far end of the bar for a few moments before a familiar voice called to her over the roar of hideous noise that passed for music. It was the client's manager. "Amanzi", a posh well dressed man waved Sev over. She waded through more of the clubbers as she made her way over to the man. "Enzo", Sev nodded a greeting, "Where's my client"? Enzo was wearing an all black suit with designs of fire and dragons that would change colors depending on the light that caught it. His blonde hair was styled up into a mohawk type situation with his grey hair shaved on sides. He wore a pair of modded old school spectacles with an orange heads up display that helped him identify musicians and they're body of work. "Ah yes", Enzo pipped up, "Straight to business. Yes. That's why I hired you. Here, follow me and I'll get you to our leading lady". He proceeded to lead Sev to the very back of the club. They went through a small labyrinth of narrow halls until they finally reached the dressing rooms. The digital display on the door read 'Acacia' in big green letters. "Could I get a moment with her", Sev nodded towards the door, "To introduce myself and brief her on my security detail". Enzo giggles flamboyantly and gives Sev a playful shove. "Of course darling. By all means", he said, "But make it quick. We'll need her on the stage soon". With that he turned and made his way back to the main floor.
Sev knocked on the door two times and before the dressing room door slid open for her. She entered to see a petite blue haired woman. Sev stands at attention in the doorway with her hands behind her back. Before her client could even get a word out Sev began speaking. "Ms. Sadler. I've been hired on to run security for your protection. I am however aware of your reputation with your former bodyguards. Please, know this I'm here to do a job. Things will go a lot smoother for both of us if you let me do my job. I hope we have an understanding".
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 was on the list. The bouncer on duty was a huge human maybe about 500 pounds by Sev's estimate. His tattoos seemed to run all over his body and face. His oily black hair was into the style of a topknot. He peered over his shades at Sev as she approached, "Whoa, line starts back there bucket head", he spat the slur. Sev stood her ground placing a hand on her hip, doing her best impression of being sassy. "Check the list", she said simply, "Name's Amanzi. With Acacia Sadler". The bouncer rolled his eyes, already aggravated with the situation. He glances down at the list, then back to Sev and back to the list again. "Alright just don't start any shit. There's a reason we don't let your type in here", the bouncer moves aside to let Sev through. Looks like her alias still holds up for now.
Upon entering the club Sev is assaulted with a wall of sound coming from the center stage. Some terrible trance/garage band was performing. Apparently they were the opening act of the evening to get the crowd warmed up. The lights overhead violently flashed warm angry colors in conjunction with the deafening music. Random drunken dancers bumped into Sev as she gingerly made her way over to the bar. She absolutely hated everything about the club setting. The people, the atmosphere, the drinks. It was just too much. A collective numbing of the senses. Sev was posted up on the far end of the bar for a few moments before a familiar voice called to her over the roar of hideous noise that passed for music. It was the client's manager. "Amanzi", a posh well dressed man waved Sev over. She waded through more of the clubbers as she made her way over to the man. "Enzo", Sev nodded a greeting, "Where's my client"? Enzo was wearing an all black suit with designs of fire and dragons that would change colors depending on the light that caught it. His blonde hair was styled up into a mohawk type situation with his grey hair shaved on sides. He wore a pair of modded old school spectacles with an orange heads up display that helped him identify musicians and they're body of work. "Ah yes", Enzo pipped up, "Straight to business. Yes. That's why I hired you. Here, follow me and I'll get you to our leading lady". He proceeded to lead Sev to the very back of the club. They went through a small labyrinth of narrow halls until they finally reached the dressing rooms. The digital display on the door read 'Acacia' in big green letters. "Could I get a moment with her", Sev nodded towards the door, "To introduce myself and brief her on my security detail". Enzo giggles flamboyantly and gives Sev a playful shove. "Of course darling. By all means", he said, "But make it quick. We'll need her on the stage soon". With that he turned and made his way back to the main floor.
Sev knocked on the door two times and before the dressing room door slid open for her. She entered to see a petite blue haired woman. Sev stands at attention in the doorway with her hands behind her back. Before her client could even get a word out Sev began speaking. "Ms. Sadler. I've been hired on to run security for your protection. I am however aware of your reputation with your former bodyguards. Please, know this I'm here to do a job. Things will go a lot smoother for both of us if you let me do my job. I hope we have an understanding".