"Paranoia keeps you breathing in the Outer Rim," Jax grunted, eyeing the bag. "Is that it?"
“I never wanted to just be a body on a screen,” Kait said in a recent livestream. “I wanted to be a personality people connect with. The adult part is my job. The real me is why people stay.” tru kait jax slayher
The figure pulled the goggles down, revealing sharp, calculating eyes. It was Tru. Just Tru. She slid into the booth opposite him, dropping a heavy duffel bag onto the scarred table with a thud . "Paranoia keeps you breathing in the Outer Rim,"
A beam of concentrated kinetic energy slammed into the lead drone, tearing its torso clean off. The robot crumpled into a pile of sparking scrap. The adult part is my job
Jax stood up, kicking the table over to create a shield. "Tru, cover the left flank. I’m going to introduce them to 'Bessie.'" He drew his massive energy revolver.
Jax holstered his weapon and looked at Tru, who was dusting off her jacket. "Gravity grenades? Where did you get those?"