The bar was packed, full of thieving stinking degenerates. The booze was flowing and so were the conversations. Neither mattered to the young lady sat quietly at the bar. A glass of wine held in her hands she sat there as still and silent as a statue.
The woman didn’t even flinch when the doors burst open and two soldiers darted into the room. Clad in armoured suits and wielding deadly rifles. The chattering stopped abruptly the sudden silence overwhelming some patrons who made a desperate attempt to escape out the back.
The armoured soldiers stood proud in front of the doors while they started to look at everyone. It was clear they were looking for someone and everyone was nervous, except for the young woman. The only sign she’d given about knowing the guards had entered was a slight shifting in her seat.
Moments passed and the guards had searched the side cubicles and now approached the bar. Without a word, she spun her chair around a smile on her face. Neither guard was prepared for the brace flashes or the shells that disintegrated their helmets and head in one swift move.
The lady stood up that smile still there. She turned back to the barman and tossed him the gun.
“Thanks, I’ll be off now.”
The barman clumsily caught the firearm and stuffed it back in his holster. He watched the lady leave the bar. He was still in shock at who she actually was. But it was undeniable; her long black hair, determined blue eyes, and her yellow ripped dress with her red bow. Cuts all over her body and that eye patch over her right eye with the letter NS etched into it.
Her true name had long since been forgotten even by herself. Now she went by a new name, a feared and admired name.
She was the Bandit Queen...