<div class="floatleft">(http://i1287.photobucket.com/albums/a632/Michael_Saumure/killa01T_zpsff422019.jpg) </div><strong>Name:</strong>Killa<br/><strong>Position:</strong>Interstellar Delinquent<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Orbit, Crashing into the suburbs of Metropolis<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>no one in particular<br/><br/>"Fraggin Spectacular!" Grunted the tall, woman in leather.  The shuttle had been boarded by some damn law dog or another with a name to make for himself, and the fight broke the controls.  The best she had been able to do was to aim the small vessel at a backwater planet orbiting a yellow sun.  The charts called it Earth, all she knew was that it probably didn't have the resources to fix the ship, and she had no intention of riding this thing all the way into its, soon to be made, new crater.  But the first problem would be prying the door open, the battle had warped its frame enough that the fraggin thing wouldn't open so now it was time to do it the hard way.  Grabbing a heavy crowbar she wedged it into the door and heaved, her muscles stood out across her body as the door was ripped open.  The shuttle was already in the atmosphere, friction had surrounded the vessel with a sheathe of flame and heat.  She watched as the shuttle passed through the upper atmosphere and extinguished most of the flames.  "This is gonna leave a mark." She smiled as she watched the big city pass under before she stepped off, into mid-air.  Killa crossed her arms as she fell feet first towards a bunch of structures that lined either side of a roadway, circling a nice spot of pavement that made a nice target.<br/><br/>The people on the cul-de-sac on Greenway avenue heard a roar as the crashing shuttle passed overhead, it almost muffled the whistling sound that was rapidly growing in volume as the organic projectile plummeted towards them.  Most barely had time to look up and aim their phone cameras before whatever it was slammed into the near middle of the cul-de-sac.  The pavement was thrown up, into the air and windows shattered.  Car alarms sounded as people picked themselves up and checked to see if anyone was injured.  Mrs. Greely was calling for her little dog, but other than that the injuries were minor, and consisted of a good measure of shock from the concussive wave of the impact.<br/><br/>Killa laid there for a minute, checking the damage to herself.  Nothing major, her body was already dealing with it all as she stood up and started to stretch and flex herself back into shape.  With a mighty jump she cleared the crater lip and shook off some debris that still clung to her, shaking loose a pink dog leash that still had some sort of animal in it that was attached to her boot.  Picking up the smashed critter she examined the collar, "Pugglemeister?  hrrmph, did ya a favor runt."  Then looking around at the dumbfounded people she snarled a smile, that was more unsettling than her frown, "Okay ya lotta primitive Frag heads!  Where's tha nearest bar?"  Most people pointed in the direction of Metropolis, and Killa headed towards the big city.<br/><br/>The locals vehicles dodged to one side or another as she walked down the street.  The ones that didn't were shoved out of the way.  "Fraggin primates...not worth my time."  The black and white vehicles that stopped up ahead, and the black vans that came with them were more interesting.  The guys and gals coming out of them were obviously armed and looking to get in her way.<br/><br/>"This is the Metropolis Police Department, and SCU, stop where you are and surrender or we will use force."  They aimed a variety of weapons at Killa, none of them seemed that interesting though.  "Fuck off ya fraggin primates!"  Killa screamed as she gave them all the finger and grabbed up a nearby car and threw it with ease, scattering the uniforms as one of their was was obliterated.  They opened fire on her, the pop guns barely mussed her hair, but the lasers packed just enough heat to be noticeable.  "That's it?!  That's all ya got?!"  The snarling woman smashed a part of the pavement and tore two sections loose to throw at the police cars, smashing them as she advanced on their position.  One cop managed the guts to smash Killa in the face with their shotgun, "You got moxy...I hate moxy."  The police woman had barely turned away when she was snatched up by the neck and thrown across town.  Screams for help went out over the radio, and Killa didn't care, she kept on walking, stopping just long enough to get four hotdogs from a street vendors cart, double sauerkraut and onions with spicy mustard.