<br/><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>Metropolis South<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Circe and Aquaman<br/><br/>One thing these primates had was some kinda style.  The biker she walked on, after ditching the cops with a couple of short jumps in this planets weak gravity, smiled a dirty grin as she approached him.  "Nice bike, give a gal a ride?"  The biker grabbed his crotch and smiled more,<strong>"Baby, I can give you a ride all night long."</strong>Killa considered just crushing the ape, but she shrugged and grabbed the doomed man by the collar and drug him to the Hotel Realto.  Distant explosions and screaming could be heard over the dying mans own screams, but that didn't bother Killa.  An hour later she left the hotel with the keys to the bikers Harley and was driving down the main road into Metropolis proper.  That's when she saw the light show.  Tearing down the sidewalk, and terrorizing pedestrians for a mile, she finally came to the harbor, some red head broad in a cape was chatting up a guy with a fancy pig sticker.  She gunned the bike slid sideways between the two.<br/><br/>"Hey Kids!  What kinda party ya got goin on, and can widdle Killa play too?"  The leather clad, muscular woman climbed off the bike and wrapped a length of chain from its saddle bag around her left forearm.