How has Lupe Balboa passed from a tactical penal regiment to a unit as elite as the Vortex? That’s easy to answer, just by surviving all the shit that’s flown over her head. That’s a quality the Nomad Intelligence service appreciates enough to allow Lupe to keep Pancho, her illegal drakomon.
Lupe Balboa doesn't believe in love.
It sounds a bit harsh, a bit disheartening. It's not the kind of thing one likes to hear about a girl. But we're talking here about a former technician from the Corregidor emergency teams who, after a fifteen-hour shift, returned to her cabin only to find her boyfriend cavorting with one of the pulp-for-brains girls from down in management. Lupe got a double-whammy sentence: aggravated assault for what she did to her sweetheart with a wrench, and attempted murder f6r reversing the oxygen/carbon dioxide airflow in his lover's cabin. Usually she would've done time patching the ship in an inmate labor group, but her ex happened to be the judge's nephew, so they tossed her into a tactical penal regiment. For five long years Lupe did nothing but jump from one craphole to the next, working her ass off without the right tools for the job, always on the edge of collapse from obsolete and incomplete life support units, and generally being put in the worst predicaments imaginable because High Command didn't exactly have her survival as a priority. But Lupe is nothing if not stubborn, and kept her shit together long enough to arouse the curiosity of the Black Hand.
She was given a choice to commute her sentence for a job in the Nomad intelligence service, which didrit do much for her safety concerns but offered better working conditions. Lupe took the offer, asking only two things in return. The first was to be allowed to travel with her drakomon Pancho. Drakomons, biomodified lizards initially designed as pets for kids, turned out to have quite a temper. This made them unpopular except among spaceship crews, who use them as pest control for maintenance areas and engine rooms. Lupe found Pancho napping inside her backpack during the labor conflicts of the Jovian collector factories. It is unclear who adopted whom, but ultimately the drakomon hatchling found in Lupe a loving home. Penal regiments are, unsurprisingly, home to plenty of crooks, and Pancho had the chance to earn its daily dish of meatballs by guarding Lupe's belongings while she was on duty, a taxing job in its own right.
As for the second of Lupe's requests, given the Black Hand's penchant for secrecy, no one knows its exact nature. Some believe it must be connected to the bizarrely scatological events of her ex-boyfriend's wedding: when the wedding cake arrived, it turned out to be drenched in drakomon urine.
So, even though Lupe Balboa doesn't believe in love, she does believe in revenge as long as it's served cold for dessert.
--Pancho. Unregistered drakomon. The techniques used to biomodify this creature are illegal in 89% of nations in the Human Sphere.
“Sorry, are you trying to say something? I can’t hear you over the sound of me kicking your ass.” Vortex Guadalupe “Lupe” Balboa.
|ISC: Alguacil Vortex Lupe Balboa
|Fury: Not Imeptuous
|Skills and Equipment: Courage, Specialist Operative, Dogged, Mimetism(-3)
|Weapons and Equipment
|Combi Rifle, Nanopulser, Panzerfaust, Smoke Grenades
|Pistol, CC Weapon
|Originally submitted by Harlekin, shared here courtesy of Pen of Penemue