<div class="floatleft">(http://i1113.photobucket.com/albums/k512/MissF1R3/Briar1_zpsxhofutxl.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Briar Bloodthorne<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Friendship 2<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><strong>Music:</strong>Battle Against A True Hero (https://youtu.be/1-Z7_ynvPxk)<br/><br/>It took two pairs of handcuffs linked together to get Briar's hands behind her back. Dr. Turing's men had to dogpile her to do it, too. Three of them died in the attempt. Briar had been nude at the time, asleep in bed next to Dr. Turing's daughter. If she'd been awake she would've sent<em>all</em>his men back in body bags. The thugs had confiscated her gear and led her up to their master's office, a posh (by Friendship 2 standards) little room with a big view of the star port where all the ships arrived and took off from. The view was lovely. As they marched her in Briar laid eyes upon the good doctor himself. Turning was a notoriously mad scientist and criminal mastermind who had his hands in a dozen little pies all over the station. Mostly organ harvesting, illegal technology, counterfeit pogs, that kind of thing. The doctor was an old man about five five, slender, dressed in a nice vest and slacks with the clean lines of his outfit broken only by the various cybernetic enhancements he was sporting. Robotic arms portruded from his sleeves and with the way his feet thunked audibly on the floor he probably had robatic legs, too. The real kicker was the top of the old man's head. It was a clear plastic dome that showed off his brain. The old scientist was probably only a torso at this point, the rest of him metal and bolts. He had a shit eating grin on his face as he rounded his desk and stood in the looming presence of Briar. She was surrounded by four of his men, so he felt he had the upper hand in this situation. It was a mistake a lot of people made. Briar was never sure why, because she was fucking enormous.<br/><br/><strong><em>"Well! So this is the one that defiled my daughter!"</em></strong>he said with a sneer. Briar squinted.<br/><br/><em>"...I'm pretty sure she was defiled before I met her, geezer. She's not what I'd call a looker."</em><br/><br/><strong><em>"Insubordinate wench!"</em></strong>shouted Turing, eyes narrowed. Briar winced slightly and tilted her head.<br/><br/><em>"Okay, can we switch to inside voices?"</em>she asked, a placid expression on her face,<em>"Because I needed an enormous amount of alcohol in order to plow your daughter. I thought ugly chicks were supposed to be good in bed but-"</em><br/><br/><strong><em>"ENOUGH ABOUT MY SWEET LILLIA!" </em></strong><br/><br/>Turing seethed like a dog at the edge of his chain. Briar continued to hold her placid, bored expression. It was like she had been in this situation a dozen times beforehand and knew how things were going to play out. She was looking around the room, surveying things. Mostly looking for her gear. The doctor, after calming, noticed this. He grinned again.<br/><br/><strong><em>"Doh-ho! Looking for your garbage, are you? Here!"</em></strong>he said, striding to his desk. He set her sword, Bergentrückung, and her mace (no name) down with a heavy thud. The old man looked the equipment over, then picked up the gladius and walked to Briar with it, eyeing the graven images of nude, submissive women with no hiding the disgust he felt at the piece. He pointed it at Briar and flashed an evil smile.<br/><br/><strong><em>"I'll give you your weapons back. I'm going to gut you like a neptunian sea bass!"</em></strong>threatened the doctor.<br/><br/><em>"Two hundred and five,"</em>said Briar in monotone.<br/><br/><strong><em>"Wh?"</em></strong>said Turning, slightly taken aback at the strange quip. He kept going,<strong><em> "And.. teach you to meddle in my affairs!"</em></strong><br/><br/><em>"Four hundred sixty seven."</em><br/><br/><strong><em>"Okay. Uh... because this station belongs to Doctor Alan Turing and before you die you will beg for my forgiveness!"</em></strong><br/><br/><em>"Five hundred eighty one."</em><br/><br/><strong><em>"Um.. Okay. What are you doing?"</em></strong>said the old man, now annoyed and puzzled. Briar looked down at him again and smiled.<br/><br/><em>"This just happens to me so much, y'know? I hear these lines a lot. So I keep a mental list of how many times I've heard each one. You're doing great, though. Hitting all the classics. Keep going. Unless you're done. Are you done? If you're done I can get my shit back and go."</em><br/><br/>Turning snapped,<strong><em>"WE ARE NOT DONE YOU RUST-HEADED BITCH! I AM GOING TO MOUNT YOU TO THE HULL OF MY SPACE SHIP AND RIDE YOU FROM HERE TO GANYMEDE!"</em></strong><br/><br/>The doctor's men stepped backwards at the shouting. Briar just looked down at him a moment and then let a slow smile spread across her lips.<br/><br/><em>"Ooh. Good one!"</em>she said with enthusiasm, before switching back to her bored tone and adding,<em>"...Five."</em><br/><br/>Enough, apparently, was enough. Turning screamed his frustration with the battlebitch and brought the blade down in an arc. In a fine example of herculean strength, Briar's biceps flexed and her muscles rippled as she pulled her arms apart, snapping her bindings with ease. The cuffs broke apart like they were made out of dry wood. She grabbed the sword in one hand as it came down and one of the old man's arms in the other, then just turned and flung him bodily into his own goons. He impacted with a wheeze as all the air left his lungs. His grip on the sword loosened and Briar had it back in her possession. She turned and brought it around quickly, carving a deep slash through the torso of one of Turing's man. Two more of Turning's men were pinned under the doctor himself, but the old man was scrambling, whimpering like a beaten dog as he crawled away from the ensuing brawl and took shelter by his desk.<br/><br/>The remaining goon reached for his sidearm but a woman Briar's size took long strides and she was over to him before he could get his weapon up. She snatched his wrist in her free hand and held him with an iron grip. Her leg kicked out with enough force that the sound of snapping ribs filled the room as the man went flying away. Well... not flying. She still had his arm in her grasp. So, the first snap was joined by a second as his arm was wrenched out of the socket. He then collapsed, screaming. Briar flung him to the side like a ragdoll.<br/><br/><em>"Fucking shit! Fuck me! This ain't worth it! Sorry, doc!"</em>yelled the remaining two henchmen as they scrambled over each other and ran out the door.<br/><br/><strong><em>"COWARDS!"</em></strong>shouted Turning. From under his desk. He slowly peered out, eyed Briar, then hammered on a button under his desk. The door whooshed shut again and the light above it turned red, indicating it was locked and sealed. He punched another button, then stood, seeming to compose himself. He tried to grin but it wasn't working too well.<br/><br/><strong><em>"Eh..! Heh heh! Now you're sealed in here and I've signaled the rest of my men! Within moments twenty more of my henchmen will burst through the door! You can't take them all! The sheer numbers...! At some point someone will get you!"</em></strong>He sounded more like he was trying to convince himself than threaten her. Briar stormed across the room, snatched up her mace. Glowering at the doctor, she re-attached the weapons to her harness. Her eyes shot back at the door, then to the doctor, then the window behind him. She pointed at him. He seemed to shrink away from her finger.<br/><br/><em>"...What's that brain case made out of?"</em>she asked.<br/><br/><strong><em>"Uh... it's... a.. poly-carbonate blend of various plastics and.. er.. why?"</em></strong>said Turing, wary.<br/><br/><em>"Is it strong?"</em>asked Briar, ignoring his question.<br/><br/>He seemed suspicious that she was going to attempt to break his skull. This was not a totally unfeasible situation and thus it was a good thought to have.<br/><br/><strong><em>"Uh... it's extremely strong! You'll never smash it!" </em></strong><br/><br/><em>"Fantastic."</em><br/><br/>Briar circled the desk over to him. He tried to run but she was too fast, her hand shooting out and grabbing his shoulder.<br/><br/><strong><em>"NOT MY BRAIN CASE!"</em></strong>yelped the old man. She spun him around, put a hand on the back of his neck and the other on his belt. She lifted him like a battering ram. Pulled him back.<br/><br/><strong><em>"What are you? Wait.. OH NO. NO NO NO NO NO NO-"</em></strong><br/><br/><em>Thunk!</em><br/><br/>His skull hit the window. It was apparently made of some thick material. For safety, probably. It definitely wasn't glass. She pulled back, tried again. Again. Again. He was screaming and crying quite a lot, which was making her hangover worse, but time was a factor and the scientist's dome was the sturdiest thing around.<br/><br/><em>Thunk! Thunk! Thunk! SMASH!</em><br/><br/>The window shattered into big fat shards. The door burst open and a dozen goons tried to squeeze in all at once, but the ones at the front had stopped. They were watching a huge redhead hold their boss out the window by his ankle. Briar looked back at them and grinned. She dropped the doc. She jumped out after him. It was a decent fall, thirty feet or so. Turing's robo-legs and one of his cyber-arms shattered like Legos as soon as he hit the ground, bits of metal and science garbage all over the place. His spine did much the same when Briar landed on him about two seconds later. She stepped off him and started to walk away.<br/><br/>He croaked out a threat through choking sobs of pain,<strong><em>"I'll get you..! I'll kill you! You haven't... seen the last.. of me!"</em></strong><br/><br/>Briar stopped and looked back. She stared at the old timer's feeble face flushed with fury and said,<em>"...One thousand sixty six."</em><br/><br/>Turning howled with rage. Gunfire burst around them, coming down from the shattered window. Turning was screaming curses at his men to stop shooting. Briar took to a full run and sprinted down the walkway towards the first ship she could see, an ugly one painted blue and red. It had a couple of nice pieces of ass walking into it, so that was good enough for her. She looked over her shoulder one more time, then ahead just in time to see a burly Orx chick blocking the door. Briar made eye contact with her.<br/><br/><em>"Need crew? I'm in. I work cheap. Let's get the fuck out of here, whoever you are."</em>