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Characters: CT and you!
Location: Outside the city, somewhere along the way to shell's edge
Situation: CT is still having trouble believing that this is actually a turtle. So she's going to go and see for herself.
Warnings/Rating: none so far!
Notes: I'm good with either action or prose, feel free to post either!

[She'd been working as much as she could ever since the woman on the network had told her about the motorcycles for rent, and that it was possible to drive to the edge of the shell - or what she claims is the edge of the shell. Honestly, CT's still half-expecting a coast, or maybe nothing at all - maybe she'll just keep driving and driving until she has to turn back to avoid running out of fuel.

Or maybe she won't turn back at all. It's not as if there's anything keeping her here.

However, her goal for the moment remains the turtle's edge, and once she's got enough juulan, the first thing she does is go and pick out a motorcycle, paying the rental fee and packing it up with water and some food just in case. She wears her armor, knives tucked safely away - it's safer that way if she meets someone, and it's better protection than any other gear if she gets in an accident on the bike, too.

With a last look around, a cursory glance for anyone watching her movements, CT swings her leg over the bike and takes off, heading for the edge of town.]

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[The past month has been a learning experience on what kind of equipment B.A. needs. His initial plan of working his way to a motorcycle was put aside in favor of a knuckleduster to give him an extra edge in fights with the Kedan. The recent gang activity proved the knuckleduster a good idea, but the time he took rushing to rent a bike was time he didn't have, and B.A. doesn't want to be in that situation again. Since then, he'd been splitting his time between working at the garage for cash, and working on the bike he intended to buy.

Today, B.A. decides it's time for a test drive of his recently paid-off bike. The city is too crowded to really ride, so he heads outside the city walls. He takes a simple set of tools with him, just in case he needs to do some repairs. The odds are pretty minimal, but it couldn't hurt to be prepared.

The armored rider is kind of hard to miss. B.A. can't tell if it's a Kedan or a foreigner, but he's never seen armor like that on the Kedan. After a moment of consideration, B.A. decides to follow the other rider for a while. If it is a Kedan, he wants to know who it is and what it's up to. If it's a foreigner, then there's no harm in riding as a pair, right? They're all fellows in the same boat-turtle, after all. B.A. isn't wearing a helmet, so the other rider will probably be able to tell he's human.]

[She makes good progress as she starts out - there's not a road, exactly, but there's a pretty well-worn path, at least this close to the city. Her helmet gives her no peripheral vision, unfortunately, but she glances around frequently, checking her rearview mirrors with a frequency that's not quite paranoia.

It's about half an hour into the drive that she notices the other rider following her. He's not familiar. He's not York, and that's something, but he's not kedan either - another foreigner like her.

She keeps going for about twenty minutes, watching him in her mirrors without giving a sign that she'd noticed him, waiting to see what he'll do - maybe he'll turn off on a different path and leave her alone, maybe he'll speed up and try to overtake her.

He does neither, though, following along behind her at a steady pace, and eventually, CT has to do something. She waits until there's a big, clear open area, and hits the brakes, swinging the bike around in a wide arc until she's facing him, making sure to give him a wide berth in case his reaction time isn't as quick. A motorcycle pileup is not her goal here.

Intimidating him is.

She glares at him, still clutching the handlebars tight, and thanks to her voice modifier, the voice that comes out of her helmet is a male one.]

What do you want?

[As loud as the generic Kedan bikes are, there's only so much you can do to reduce the sound, and B.A. wasn't expecting his modified bike to evade notice. When the other rider stops, he follows suit, coming to a smooth stop with decent amount of space between them.]

What's your problem? This road belong to you?

[So far, he's definitely inclined to think it's another foreigner. A Kedan hostile to foreigners wouldn't have bothered with talking to him, and an official would either ignore him or tell him to be on his way. Probably.]

No.

[He doesn't look familiar, and she doesn't think the voice is one she's heard on the network, either. CT looks him over. He's a lot bigger than her, and he looks like he's more than able to take care of himself. She's got the armor, though, and her knives.

She lowers her helmet, ready for anything.]

I just don't like people following me without bothering to explain why.

Who said I was following you?

[Despite the attitude, B.A. keeps his posture fairly relaxed and nonthreatening. That armor looks tough, and he'd rather not pick a fight with it over nothing.]

You going somewhere?

You've been following me for half an hour.

[...slight exaggeration. He seems to be keeping pretty calm, but she doesn't lower her guard at all, not yet.]

Why do you care?

Coincidence.

[This back and forth doesn't appear to be going anywhere, so B.A. decides to give a little.]

There's been some pretty dangerous people running around here, causing trouble for everybody. You ain't one of those people, are you?

Maybe.

[It's a fairly clear path out of the city, but how many people actually choose to go out of the city?

She laughs, tilting her head at him.]

If I say no, will you believe me?

Depends. You gonna tell me where you're headed?

Why should I tell you?

You want me to stop following you or not?

[Oh no. She leans forward, speaking quietly.]

Are you threatening me?

[B.A. snorts.]

If I was threatening you, you wouldn't need to ask.

[The conversation has actually been fairly professional by B.A. standards. Not for long, though.]

So how 'bout you give me an answer before I knock one out of your tin-can ass?

[He leans forward now, mirroring the rider's posture and tone.]

Now I'm threatening you.

[Her eyes narrow behind her helmet, and she loosens her grip slightly on the handlebars, ready to grab her knives if need be. She doesn't want to fight this guy - she doesn't - but she will if she has to.]

I don't know who the hell you think you are, mister. But it's none of your goddamn business where I'm going.

So why don't you get the fuck out of here before I make you regret ever getting on that motorcycle today?

[What was that about not getting into a fight with someone who is probably another foreigner and probably not his enemy? B.A. isn't good at backing away from arguments once they start, so it looks like a fight is what's going to happen.]

I just made it my business, and I sure as hell don't take orders from some punk in a robot suit.

[He braces himself for whatever comes next, getting ready to jump off the bike if the other rider makes the first move.]

And I don't take orders from anybody.

[At least, not anymore.

Somehow this has gotten way out of hand, but there's no way she's going to back off now. CT jumps off her bike, immediately going into a defensive crouch. She knows she's vulnerable like this - there's nothing stopping the man from staying on his own motorcycle and driving straight at her. Her armor should keep her from getting too badly hurt, but it's still something she'd rather avoid.

She doesn't give any hint of fear, though, stalking towards him and ready to dive out of the way at the slightest movement.]

You have one more chance to walk away.

[Out of hand is a good way to describe this, but B.A. doesn't hesitate in getting off his bike, rolling his shoulders, and putting up his fists. It doesn't look like anybody is walking away from this.]

((OOC: Hey there - sorry for the delay. I don't know about you, but I kind of want to see where this fight would go, but I don't know anything about Spartan armor or capabilities, so maybe we could have a chat and find out how the fight would go? I'm on plurk (@daichu) and AIM (@ellopoppies), or we could just keep going here.))

The fight doesn't last very long. B.A. not only underestimated how advanced the metal suit was, but also how very heavy it was. Throwing his full weight into the other rider caused merely made her stumble a little, and an experimental punch glanced off some sort of shielding on the suit. Way out of his league, all he can do is try to deflect any blows. His success is minimal.

Thankfully, the other rider isn't interested in roughing him up too badly. The extent of the damage is bruises and wounded pride. They make sure B.A. is unable to follow, then take off on their bike. After taking a second to catch his breath, B.A. gets back on his bike and heads back to the city.

[It's nothing she wants to do, and she's careful to pull her punches and avoid doing lasting damage. Armor versus bare flesh is never a fair fight, though, and he'll definitely be feeling it tomorrow.

The fight is intense and nearly wordless, and over quickly. CT does just enough to ensure that she'll be left alone from here on out, and stands there, breathing hard and more upset than she'd expected to be as she watches him bend in half with the pain. When she's sure he's done, she gets on her motorcycle, and drives off without a look back.]

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