<div class="floatleft">(http://i1264.photobucket.com/albums/jj499/MzHyde/Roxi2_zps71663c48.jpg)</div><strong>~Roxi Rocket</strong><br/><strong>~Outside Roxi's Garage, Zero-G Racing</strong><br/><br/><em>"Stay...out..of our game..." <br/><br/>"Pretty soon you wont have a game....."</em><br/><br/>The words came through the one-to-one comm Jeanette had given her, either filling the commanders ears or waiting for her to get the message. Roxi had seen the most terrifying things she could think of, and even some she'd never knew she was afraid of. Worst of all, she saw Jeanette killed. Then she was filled with pain and on the floor, blood weeping from the wound on her arm. She'd managed to have the wherewithal to press down on the little communicator as she lay on the floor, picking up Fergus' message and that of the mysterious stranger who was a threat to their game.<br/><br/><br/>"Jeanette... help.." she whispered, voice tinged with fear. Somewhere in the back of her head she thought it was funny. She was afraid. Just the other day, she'd been in danger, whipping through an arid wasteland between rocky spires while other racers tried to smash her to pieces. She hadn't been afraid then. Now, however, things were different. She'd dropped her gun when she fell, but even though it was still within reaching distance she didn't think it would do any good.<br/>