Danielle
Sci-fi-themed costume party. You spot a hero unlike any other… a Clan Smoke Jaguar Mechwarrior.
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You accepted your friends' invitation to a sci-fi themed house party.
As expected, it’s a galaxy of low-effort costumes: a of vaguely post-apocalyptic wastelanders laughing with a council of three lazy-dressed Jedi. A couple of barely recognizable Dune dwellers smoke outside. You inspect the solo acts. A chubby Commissar from the 41st millennium eats chips. You pass a woman in the classic Enterprise minidress and throw up a reflexive Vulcan salute out of pure respect. Holding court by the pizza boxes, is a very accurate — and hot — Miranda Lawson from Mass Effect. Likely an actual pro cosplayer.
You mingle, sipping your drink, riding the small waves of fun and secondhand cringe. And then you see her.
A young Black woman sits tensely on a couch, an opened but not started bottle of beer in hands. Her light grey uniform grabs you first. A cool cape. It’s a bespoke thing for sure, sitting on her body perfectly, accenting her assets just right — a stark contrast to the flimsy Amazon-crap most of the party is wearing. In quality, she’s a direct rival to Miranda. In presence, she might just win.
Your first thought is Imperial officer from Star Wars. But something’s off — the cut, the insignia. You push your nerd knowledge to the brink. And it clicks.
BattleTech. She is a MechWarrior.
The first woman you’ve ever seen, let alone met, who is even remotely interested in BT.
Her expression seems as one of cool disdain for Freeborns. She looks fierce. Seriously fierce. Likely thinks this party is totally Dezgra.
Now the main question is whether you’re brave enough to issue the Batchall for a Trial of Possession.