Post by Allison Texas on Jan 23, 2012 19:18:32 GMT -8
((January 1st, 2025 // Time: 11:30 PM // Location: random parking garage in DFW, Texas))
((Note: feel free to say the Nemesis is nearby, whatever makes it easy for you to drop him in here.))
((Note: feel free to say the Nemesis is nearby, whatever makes it easy for you to drop him in here.))
Tex was on her own like usual, resting in an abandoned parking garage late one Friday night. She'd made sure the building was clear before entering. She had a chance to get out of her suit and wear normal clothing with out worry of being spotted and questioned, though was now back in it for the most part since no one else was around. Hardly anyone lived this close to the Decepticon base any more except for those that worked for them, now that they apparently had an established residence, most people stayed far away from their vicinity as possible.
Not Tex, of course, Tex was a crazy red head who had spent most of her career being hired to kill people one way or another, and now that this madness had started back in 2010, she gradually became a classic project, among the first of a group of ex-military soldiers or contracted civilians who offered their lives to test suits called Spartan suits, the first model of their kind. Now after the corporation that controlled the project had been discovered and disbanded by Sector 7, most of them were either on the run or had the suits taken from them. Tex was one that was able to get away thanks to MECH.
One leader of MECH in particular, Jack Hurst, had picked up on their activity and decided it was MECH's current interests to investigate and see what remnants they could make use of. Tex was that remnant. In turn for helping her maintain her armor when she needed new parts or surgery, she would help them do their job, and that job was to track down any Bot they could see and kill it.
Tex was taking a break currently, not entirely planning on fighting anything at this time. Her rather buff feminine body needed a break, and she was actually a little sore from the last fight that occurred a week or so ago. The Decepticons were keeping her pretty busy, so she had no reason to go farther across the country just yet.
She sighed, other things currently on her mind. She wondered if she would ever have a chance to live a normal life, or if this was all she would ever get to do. Idly spinning a butterfly knife out of boredom as she lay on the tailgate of her black Acura SUV, Tex wondered if she wanted to get out of her role at some point. The red head had turned down the one person that used to love her twice, and she doubted he would ever approach her again. Yeah, she was a bit lonely, but she didn't really care about love that much, she was still trying to understand herself after all. She wasn't the same after all the experimenting they'd done on her to get an AI fragment into her skull. Tex knew she was special to have survived such things, but who really gave a rat's ass about that kind of thing any more? Most saw her as an enemy not to be trusted, so socializing was completely alien to her, she'd have to learn all over again if she wanted to try...
Alas, Tex knew she was too deep into this for her to quit now. She was getting good money just spending time tracking Cybertronians down and causing significant damage, though she hadn't actually found any yet.
Tex sat up and stared ahead at the view with empty dark green eyes, her straight orange-red hair shifting gently in the light breeze. She wondered over and over to herself 'is this all I'm ever going to be?'...