You asked for it. (No, really–some of you did.) So we’ll give it a shot.
Eve Marcori Answers Your Questions!
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Okay, wait. That’s just a doll I made a long time ago. Though she has, at least once, been in possession of a harpoon gun. Let me try… Let me look… Ah-ha!
This is Eve Marcori. (That’s Ben with her. She’s the one with the gun.)
Actually, that is an awesome drawing by the fabulous Sambre, but I can do–
Ow. Damn. I think she broke my nose.
Okay, the drawing will do.
Right, then. Where were we? Oh, I think I remember. *ahem*
Eve Marcori answers your questions!
That’s right, just type them in the little box here (or on the front page of the blog) and this woman–Marine, combat veteran, freighter captain and pilot–will help you with All Life’s Problems!†
So who is Eve, and why should you listen to her?‡
Eve is a survivor. She’s lived homeless; she’s been in a gang. She was a pickpocket before she was a Marine. She can fly and fight and shoot, and she’ll never leave a mate behind. She lives by her own code of honor, a code so stringent she earned herself a court-martial rather than go against it. She’ll tell a Fleet Commander to kiss off, but she quakes in her combat boots at the idea of telling Ben how she feels.
You think you’ve got problems? Bounty hunters from here to Mantixa want her head, the aforementioned Fleet Commander wants her ass in a sling, and Ben keeps trying to turn her into a girl. Her ship is old and her crew is not–nothing but newbs and kids, one bleeding heart doc and an alien engineer who keeps fixing things.
Hell, your problems are liberty without the booze to her.
So give it a shot. Ask her a question. What have you got to lose?††
†Advice not guaranteed legal in your province/planet of residence. Check with local authorities. This blog takes no responsibility for any criminal actions instigated in response to Eve’s advice.
‡You probably shouldn’t.
††She’s never been to earth, so she’s not likely to show up and shoot you if you annoy her. This, also, is not guaranteed.