A Second Generation Whateley Academy Story
Sunshine & Fury
By Mage Ohki and Joe Gunnarson
September 12, 2016
The motorcycle rumbled to a stop outside the Range Control Offices, and what few kids in the area who listened to and believed the rumors around campus, marvelled at the impossibility that the rather exotic, amazonian woman used to be a guy. Even after several years, that particular rumor hadn’t gotten old at all. The kids had simply become far less brazen about calling her out on it. Her reflective, waist-length, black hair and metallic, blue tattoos reflected the sunlight as she walked into the office.
“Whatcha need Tyson?” She looked at the seemingly middle-aged black man, who was so military it hurt. He could likely run the ranges better, overall, than she, were it not for her experience dealing with the kids involved. He was older than most of her range staff, but even so it was incredibly difficult to believe the Delta operator had been in the army for longer than she’d been alive. Fifty years of experience was hard to come by.
“Question about how to handle two of the new Grunts who are causing problems on the ranges. It hasn’t achieved safety issues, but antagonizing the blasters can become one.”