[ti]Ep 3[/ti]Card Sharps [All the ladies in the house]

[Sundance]

"How could that sound any less aggressive, Oversquare? Or should it be Overkill?" Suni jabbed at the biker cheekily. To be fair to Oversquare, it was exactly the kind of attack Sundance herself employed when forced into melee range. Kick em where it hurts and bring the enemy down to her level. 

Sundance was truthfully relieved when Avalanche grinned, she had judged the commander right on this occasion it seemed which of course only elevated Avalanche a notch in Sundance's opinion. It was good to see a leader able to sit down with the rank and file and join in. "I'm mostly a good soldier, so I will happily be yours to command." She flashed a playful grin back up to Avalanche before shifting her the majority of her focus to the large cards in hand.

Unable to put any of her cards down on the Ace of Spades, Sundance instead drew one, a 2 of clubs. "Your's" She simply motioned to Laura next to her.

She leaned back to read the people at the table, neither Systone nor Oversquare had mention their civilain days, though she was certain the larger femme had been a freighter. Perhaps it was simply too personal, too much loss. Everyone coped in their own ways. She was most interested in what Laura might say about Human height, and to see if she understood the situation right, organic evolution vs social construction. It was fair to say Sundance's overclocked processor barely got it. 

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“It does help to be tall.” Adler agreed with Skystone, gesturing towards the femme with her hand holding her beer.

Oversquare’s excitement over busting knees was well matched with the soldier, she was both a prideful markswoman and brawler. “I totally get what you're saying though! Even though I loose some advantage being the same height as nearly anyone I fight, I’m still quick on my feet and I’m often underestimated. I’ve got a further reach and long legs perfect for grappling someone. I don’t knock out too many knees, but I’ve flipped a lot of people.”

With Skystone's question Laura shook her head. “No, actually I’m very tall for a woman. Human women are generally much shorter, I’m about half a foot taller than the average woman. Compared to men however, I’m average height. I’m usually the same height as most of the men I’ve served with, or a bit shorter. However with some men I’m much taller than them.” Adler answered, showing a smirk before she took a drink after her last comment. In this case she was referring to Agent Fowler, who she actually had to tilt her head slightly to look down at when speaking in person.

“Some humans have issues with height. They might be intimidated or even jealous of it. I personally haven’t run into too many people who are bothered by my height; it's mostly civilian men who are insecure by the fact I’m Special Forces. Being more physically fit, a better shot, a huge bad ass; that kind of stuff.” It wasn’t a huge issue she had run into with her fellow soldiers, as everyone was in it together and you needed to trust your team mates. But because of it she wasn’t always able to have male civilian friends, and dating was a no go after some awkward dates.

“I imagine you all have faced similar issues? Or are mechs actually more courteous than men? ”

Adler shifted her attention to Avalanche as she explained her original occupation. Upon her tapping the pistons she replied, “I bet I can guess what those are great for now.” With her size the femme probably could pack a punch already; with those pistons she probably flattens her opponents easily.

Now that it was her turn Laura set her beer down and reached for her pile of spades. She only had two to choose from, and after a second thinking she pulled one out and got to her feet. The discard pile didn’t have too many cards in it but it was already nearing her knee in height. She laid her Queen of spades on top of the pile and returned to her spot, sitting back down to listen to the femmes talk.

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'Square had fazed out for a minute at the mention of past roles.

How in the feckin' Hades to approach that subject. Oh, yes, I was a mercenary and did jobs ranging from smuggling to looting to assassination! Ummm...No. It didn't matter that 90.9 percent of the employment was milk runs or guarding some rich landowner holdings on a frontier planet. There was that ten percent that was not for polite company. 

Taking a bracing swig of her liquid ration, the cycle-femme then mumbled,  "Oh you know, I did this and that..." and continued studying her cards .