Jacee raised an eyebrow at him, and despite the situation, managed a lopsided grin, "So they finally caught up with me. Well, best deal with this quickly." She rinsed down the rest of her long hair and glided out of the bathroom calmly, ignoring the lingerie heck offered her. They wouldn't be much use in a fight. Instead, she opted for her regular clothes: a green knit t-shirt and faded khaki pants that were mostly pockets.<br/><br/>Once she was dressed, she turned back to Heck, "I would recommend you hide yourself. This might get ugly."<br/><br/>She walked up to the intercom, "I'm coming down now, please lower your weapons and step away from the hatch." As soon as she was out, she was grabbed by two men. A third, likely their commander, leered at her, "You gave us a good run, Lady Allen. But we caught up with you eventually. We always do. Time to go home, little girl."<br/><br/>"Question. How much is she offering for my return? Just curious. Must be quite a lot if you're willing to follow me all the way to this derelict station."<br/><br/>"A few pretty coins, for your pretty head, darling," the man replied, "And don't think of trying anything fancy, either. Your esteemed Aunt doesn't care if you come back unscathed or not."<br/><br/>"Well that's a shocker," Jacee replied, "But, there's a secret that she probably didn't tell you, and she should've."<br/>"What's that?"<br/>"Come over here and I'll tell you. It's a secret after all."<br/>The man ventured a little closer, "What?"<br/>"Her older brother, my Uncle Jack, was a war hero. He taught me a lot."<br/>"What's that got to do with anything?"<br/>"Well, you see, in dogfighting, it's all about range. You wait until your opponent is juuuust close enough and then," She dropped her voice down to a whisper as she spoke, and the man was stupid enough to lean in closer.<br/>"Then?"<br/>"This," Jacee replied, using the two men holding her to lift her hips up off the ground and deliver a concussive blow to the side of the commander's head. His subordinates dropped her, and she rolled away to take a defensive stance against the both of them.<br/>"C'mon, lads, I don't have all day," she quipped.<br/><br/>One man ran at her, and she lead him on, guiding him back towards his companion. He swung hard; Jacee ducked, and the punch ended up knocking the other man out cold. From the semi-crouched position, Jacee lunged forward at the last man standing. She shoved her hand upward on an angle, making contact with bottom part of her palm to his jaw with enough force to knock him backwards a little. Then, with the same palm strike, she brought her hand back down on the center of his chest. The cracking of the breastbone was a hollow little snap, and stunned the man enough to give Jacee time to punch him in the solar plexus, winding him completely and dropping him to his knees. From there, all she needed to do was deliver a quick hit to the side of the neck, and he joined his companions in unconsciousness.<br/><br/>Jacee rubbed her hand and shook her wild mane of pink hair over her shoulders before heading back inside.<br/><br/>"Guess I have some explaining to do," she admitted to Heck, "but first... I need shoes, and we need to get a move on."<br/>She pulled her boots on and fired up the engine to Hell's Gate, then began her tale.<br/><br/>"You've probably noticed that I have a more... cultured background. I was raised on an estate by my Auntie Jane, after my parents perished in a fire. I'm not a blueblood noble though-- my father married a gypsy woman. The union was only permitted by my grandfather, James Corbutt Allen, because they were pregnant with me. They would be permitted to keep me and live happily together, on the condition that I be named directly for him. Hence my odd name. However, once my parents died, I was left in the custody of my Aunt. She doesn't like me; never has. The feeling's mutual, what with her pretentious nature and ridiculous pride. She did her best to mold me into a proper lady, but I doubt if it worked. Anyway, long story short: some shit happened and I ended up building Hell's Gate and getting the hell out of dodge. So, I'm a runaway, and Auntie Jane apparently wants me back at the estate. Probably for a marriage deal with some nobleman who doesn't know how do dress himself."<br/><br/>She scoffed, "I have no interest in returning, and Auntie Jane is well aware of that. Hence why she's sent those bumbling morons after me. Useless lugs. Couldn't even take me when it was three on one. Seriously."