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A bizarre fever dream!
The stench of alcohol and sweat intermixed with the strobe lights and the pounding of loud music threaten to overwhelm Talla, but Sergeant Hunter insists that exposure to a controlled, overstimulating environment will help her help keep herself grounded out in the field. And if that isn't daunting enough, the real galaxy is swarming with vile people aching to take advantage of the naive. Agent Talla is overwhelmed in more ways than one, and suffered humiliation when her squadron was forced to come to her rescue.
But after a heart-to-heart conversation and on the cusp of intoxication, she has decided that her first experience at 79's is far from over!
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(HUNTER'S POV)
Hunter sent a short glare to both Wrecker and Crosshair, one perhaps innocent but the other definitely not.
His eyes next zeroed in on the retreating figure of Talla until she was out of his line of sight, worried sick the enhanced clone would end up having another sensory overload walking through the thick crowds all by herself. Hopefully he'd been a good mentor and his lesson had made an impact on her already.
It was hard enough having an intelligent conversation with Wrecker when he was sober, but Tech tried. On the other hand, Hunter's fingers tapped against his bottle of beer in an anxious rhythm of his own creation and Crosshair, who wanted the simple pleasure of enjoying the electrifying music already playing around them, rolled his eyes and drawled, "If you're going to do that, at least serenade us with something tasteful, perhaps a song from Figrin D'an and the Modal Nodes?"
Hunter scowled, but stopped anyways to keep some of the peace. For what felt like an eternity he struggled maintaining control over his stress at letting Talla wander the bar without an escort. His second choice of anxious tics practically frayed the edge of his tunic from insistent fiddling between his index finger and thumb.
'What in the blazes is wrong with you?! You never worry this much over your own brothers.'
'She's naive!'
'So we're you once and you survived! Besides, if anyone tried messing with her, you know she'd rip their arm off.'
'Still!'
'You're supposed to be the level-headed leader! Don't lose your cool over a stupid girl you can't have!'
Wrecker finally noticed the Agent had been gone for a while too. "What's takin' Talla so long?"
This was enough of an invitation for Hunter to bolt from his seat, sound reasoning be damned.
He zigzagged through the crowd and gripped the railing of the second floor, peering over into the buzzing party below. It was hard to miss Talla, that hair not doing any favors for her stealth, and by the looks of it she was having a rough time, hunched over in her stool and face twisted in discomfort.
Hunter's gaze flicked to the left and he saw why. If he had enhanced strength the railing would have snapped like a toothpick when his hands seized, a white-hot burning sensation coursing through in his chest. 'The Tog from earlier, that son of a mudscuffer cornered her!' Hunter had been in bars often enough to know that pervs like him roamed the establishments to find their prey, and Talla had become this one's.
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