--- IDENTITY Full Name: Guy JohnsonCallsign: NightmareAliases: n/aPiloting Licenses: Civilian Commercial Industrial MEDICAL Age: 23Gender: MaleHair Color: BlondEye Color: BlueEthnicity: HumanHeight: 175 cmWeight: 68 kgBuild: AthleticMarkings/Scars: n/a UNLAWFUL ACTIVITY Crimes
The Seven spent the next few hours building their dossiers. As Locke mentioned, going after Nightmare meant finding all his associates as well. It wasn’t enough to just go after him - his entire outfit needed to be removed. To do that, they pulled together all kinds of information gathered from all
Eva nodded her head in agreement. “Don’t worry,” she said. “I don’t want you to sell him, and we don’t expect you to. But how about one of his lackeys instead? One of the little ones that no-one will miss.” The Toymaker leaned back in his chair. A look of intrigue was etched on his face. “I could
Eva didn’t even bother to acknowledge him, and instead struck him on the side of his head with a vicious blow. He slumped over to the side, unconscious. She then grabbed him by the ankle and dragged him out of the smoky drug den. ~ A door swung open. Two drunk thugs stumbled their way out into t
After they turned in the thugs for their bounties, the Seven took the very next shuttle to Venus. They were determined to do right by Amal. When she admitted that she and Jionna hadn’t returned, they realized that they needed to go back. Eva reasoned that they needed to collect evidence of Nightma
There was a bullet wound right in the middle of his chest. The whole area around the bullet’s entrypoint was caved in and matted down with dried blood. It was difficult for Amal to see, so she turned away. But the image was burned into her mind nonetheless. Every corpse she had ever seen was etched
“Scared of ghosts, T-Rex?” Eva teased. T-Rex immediately darkened. “Don’t joke about that,” he replied. “Never took you for a superstitious person.” “I’m not - but we were reborn in this new universe, right? If rebirth happens, then how do you know ghosts aren’t a thing here either?” Eva reali
Amal sat on the roof of one of the silos on the farm. She peered through an optical monoscope at the land around her. As she scanned the horizon, she caught sight of a frigate in the distance. It was accompanied by a handful of fighters. They were all descending carefully. The readings on her mon