Captain Jaguar Chronicles

Jaguar and Vixen

Tracer was on the training grounds. Jaguar had lent her his sword, the sword that he made burst into flames with his own blue fire. Tracer fought some training omnics with it.

"This is so cool. I feel like I'm in Lord of the Rings." she said excitedly.

"Yes. That's why I wanted the sword so badly."

After a while, Tracer sat down next to him.

"That was really fun, but also quite exhausting. I just remembered, I also read about your first mate Sabrina in your log. You two seem really close too, how did that happen?"

"Yes, Sabrina my little sister. Quite a nuisance at times, but she has grown very fond of me. I remember well when she crossed my path seven years ago.

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7 years earlier:

Sabrina returned home after a long day. She lived in an abandoned, almost dilapidated house in a remote alley in the streets of her hometown: Edinburgh.

Her parents died when she was young. At 12, she ran away from the orphanage and since then she lived on the streets. For six years now. There were a lot of street gangs here, but she didn't want to join any of these brutal idiots. That's why she made her way on her own and entertained herself with pickpocketing, by now she was considered the best pickpocket in town. Because she was so nimble at it and because of her special hairstyle, she had the nickname Vixen. She had copper-coloured hair, which she always tied into a plait, but the ends of her hair were white. This was rather reminiscent of a fox's tail.

She took off her leather boots and lay down on an old mattress, then pulled something out of the inside pocket of her black leather jacket.

The only thing her mother had left her, a pair of knives. A special design, the blades, could be between 2 and 5 inches long at the push of a button. However, she had to teach herself how to use them. Recently, she had managed to slash the metal forearm of an omnic from an enemy gang. But she had never really killed anyone

All her life, she wanted only one thing: to get out of the docks and never come back here. But for this wish, she needed two things: friends and money. She had neither.

However, she knew where she could get a huge amount of money. But she would never make it on her own.

"Someday, I'll get out of here," she said to herself and fell asleep.

Little did she know that her life would soon change completely. The next morning, when she came to the coast, she saw something interesting. On the docks, a cluster of people had formed, staring out to sea in amazement.

On the bow of a solar-powered motorboat, stood a young man wearing a light blue shirt, a long black coat and black hat. A cloud of smoke rose into the sky from the boat's engine. But this did not seem to bother the man at all, he stared stubbornly straight ahead. When the boat passed a jetty, the man jumped off. The boat continued for a few metres, then the engine exploded and it sank. The man went down the jetty without turning around.

"No one here has ever made such an entrance," Sabrina thought to herself.

This man had aroused her interest, so she had been following him for a few hours. At some point she was curious if the man carried something interesting in his pockets. So she tries a classic, bump into the victim, grabbing his inside pocket in the process, apologising and running away. This time the trick seemed to work too, but when she saw what she stole from the man's jacket pocket, she froze. It was an uncut emerald, the size of a golf ball, tied to a leather strap. But before she could regain her composure, someone grabbed her by the collar and lifted her up.