Beggars Cove, Vaggar Reach
Screams. So many screams. So familiar. So close. So close.
Breath coming ragged out of her throat Korra Wicks crushed another warrior bug with her hammer, the being exploding from the force of the strike. Towering over the creatures around her she took another lurching step and unleashed a hail of automatic fire from the spinning Vulcan cylinders on her wrist. More bugs turned to pink mist under the volley and added to the pile of corpses at her feet. Another step, mud clinging to the burned bottoms of her black armor. She tried to fire her micro-missiles at a cluster of insects dashing in her direction but only two coughed out of their launcher before her HUD flashed red, the telltale ammo out symbol in her eyes for mere moments before she swung up her Banshee and let loose more heavy rail fire. The barrels were glowing red and heat warnings were glaring persistently in her face but she ignored them all. She was almost there. Almost to...
The screams stopped and the squad status in her helmet flashed from yellow to red.
"Collins! Collins!! COLLINS!"
Ignoring the warnings that flashed and shrilled, threatening her with sensory overload, she engaged her jump jets and blasted out of the sucking mud on a parabolic arc that took her over a group of hissing warriors. Her jets failed halfway through their burn and she plummeted back to the surface. As the undulating mass below looked up she hit the ground like a blood stained comet and began to swing. She had to get to Collins. She had to...
Azure View District, Illesia, Alversia
5 Months Later
Korra took one step into the bar and smiled as the smell hit her. It wasn't a good smell, really; cheap beer, a slight hint of piss from the corner bathroom that probably hadn't been cleaned in a week or two, stale tobacco. It was, however, a smell that scratched the itch she had been looking for. It was so hard to find a good dive bar in Illesia and she had almost given up hope after being told the nearest dive was the five star reviewed pub two blocks from her hotel. She'd checked it out just to be sure but after a quick inspection of the bathroom showed no penises doodled onto the stalls she realized it wasn't what she was looking for. She didn't even know the name of the place she found herself in now. It was perfect.
Sidling up to the mostly empty bar the Confederate slipped onto a stool that seemed just a bit too tall for her, eyeing the ass on an Alversian woman who was stumbling to a table. She smiled as she turned back the bartender, nodding a quick greeting.
"Something Setulan and strong."
"We got some Lilith Brown on tap. Last keg I could get my hands on, with the supply down. It'll cost." Korra had to resist rolling her eyes. Damn near every bar she'd been to across AXIS space sang the same song. She knew good and goddamn well that the woman probably had a storeroom full of Setulan beer. Bartenders using the Exile War to jack up prices left a bad taste in her mouth, but it wasn't like she was at the nice pub down the street either. She knew what she was getting into.
"That'll work."
Credits slid across the bar and beer was returned. A perfect half inch of head on top earned the bartender a small salute with the glass that was returned with a self satisfied nod. So settled Korra pulled out her phone and accessed the 'net. She had been on Alversia for two weeks so far and was already bored. It wasn't the place that made her want to tear out her hair - it was the people. They all walked around like they had sticks up their asses. Everything was clean, everyone was so nice and snotty. She'd come to Alversia on the recommendation of a friend on Carson who had served alongside the Alversian 16th Field Army during the Liberation War. He would go on and on about the tough as nails badasses and how fun they were. The friend he'd hooked her up with on the surface was, unfortunately, still in the Army, and had been rotated out of system three days before Korra's arrival. So with no place to crash, no one to show her around, and nothing to do, she had been left to her own devices.
Fuck it. No one could say she hadn't given it a good try. It was time to move on, maybe come back some other time when her friend's friend was around. Absentmindedly playing with the black chain around her neck she flipped through spaceport schedules. Where to go next? She'd been to Setulan first, of course. Describing it in religious terms made some people uncomfortable but the fact was that for many Confederates travelling to the Liberator's planet had become something of a pilgrimage. It was still devastated from the war though recovering as well as could be expected and they loved having Confederates around. Setulan and its moons had been interesting, sure, but they'd also been incredibly fun. It was hard to pay for her own drinks most nights and she'd ended up travelling around with a Drakon of all things, the two of them seeing the sights for months together before he returned home.
Then there had been a quick hit to the Berrax homeworld, followed by a slightly longer stay with the Alumina. Alversia had been a natural next choice. But next...?
She was still pondering when a large figure eased onto the seat next to her. The Alversian woman towered over her even while seated and her leer was clear as she not very discretely looked down the front of Korra's shirt.
"Double of Vat 99, Jenny, and another of whatever my friend here is drinking." She turned to the Confederate. "Hey baby. You don't mind, do you? You're just very beautiful."
Korra eyeballed the drink in front of her, which was still three quarters full. Shooting a glance at the woman next to her she gave her a half smile.
"I'm good. Thanks." She turned back to her schedules. Maybe Xiscapia? She had put off going because everyone said it was so great, which she acknowledged intellectually was stupid. She resented feeling pushed to it, but...
"You're not that good, actually." Her tone now nasty the Alversian leaned in, breathing sour whiskey into the Confederate's face. "Don't know where you get off saying no. With that face you'd think you should take anything you can get."
Korra sat up straight and breathed deep. The heat rising in her face highlighted the faint white scar that still ran from somewhere in her blonde hair all the way to her collarbone.
Don't engage. She's drunk. Leave it be.
Fuck it..
She stood up and glared the woman in the eye.
"Get the fuck up out of my face with your stank-ass breath, bitch."
Staring the woman in the eye became much harder as she stood, towering a full head over the relatively short Confederate.
"What the fuck did you just say to me?"
"Did I fucking stutter?"
"You better get the fuck out before something bad happens to you."
Korra smiled sweetly at the woman. She took her beer off the counter and took a deep drink. Then, still smiling, she sucker punched her right in her smarmy goddamn face.
Chucking her glass at another Alversian's head she turned to face the charge.
Maybe Alversia isn't so bad after all...