woe, updated fleet reference sheet be upon ye...
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TOP: Left to Right: Cropped panel of Fleetway Super Sonic. This guuuuy.
Merger AU Fleet is like 14-17 (the earrings are for 17).
He's sustained on occasional doses of chaos energy from the grey emerald, but otherwise runs low.
This keeps him fatigued, gives him some minor joint pain, and makes his quills pale and brittle.
Two drawings of Fleet in the same pose; one is short and round (classic-like) and one is taller and thinner (modern-like) surrounded by various notes. Features are stated here in brackets, followed by their note.
[Eyes] Eyes get slightly redder tint than other whites.
[Fingertips] Bare fingers + palms. NOT paw pads.
[Classic-like] (Not younger Fleet, I just like drawing him round)
[Dark color at back of quills] Quill gradient optional
[Earrings] Industrial on left, 2x studs on right
[Eyebags] He's tired!!
[Necklace] "Healing crystals" amethyst + 2 quartz necklace
[Peace sign on shoes] Peace sign tied to top lace, flops around
[Stud earrings] A moon with a gem I think. idc, I change my mind. Whatever is simple and purple.
[Arms] Split yellow top/peach bottom arms is just my preferred stylization at this age. (Younger = solid peach arms)
[Socks and fingerless gloves] Compression gloves and socks
[Separate detailed drawing of shoes] The first and only time I drew all the details on his shoes
To the left is a single head, with more vibrant fur colors. Note: If he takes a big sippy of chaos energy, his fur darkens to a healthier color. His usual skin tones are a little paler than Sonic skin tones.
OUTFINTS [sic]
Modern Fleet drawn with three outfits of increasing layers/complexity. Far left is a yellow peace hoodie tie-dyed with orange, green, and blue. Notes: Tie-dye peace hoodie too big for him. If I ever draw it fitting, I'm lying. Quills poke out the back.
Middle is a black Thrasher Magazine tank top with the hoodie tied around his waist. Note: Thrasher logo.
Right is the middle outfit with the addition of green shorts and a bulky orange patch jacket with green trim. The patches are: The Groovy Train logo (with original comic reference), NINtendo (stylized like Nine Inch Nails), a grey emerald, a crystal ball, and a smiley face.
[Back quills] idc abt quill consistency here; whatever looks better
[Shorts] Shorts optional (sk8 gear)
The green and orange match Dog and Bebe
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While the Enforcers who patrol Zaun are paid off and have been told to not bother the locals, the few of them who are brave enough venture into the Lanes to lounge around, sometimes while on duty. The most foolhardy of them will mosey into Babette's brothel for a session.
The workers hate them. But money is money.
Every blue moon some too-green Enforcer will try to press their luck on getting away with mistreating the workers or attempting (sometimes succeeding) to leave without paying. The workers will, of course, complain to Babette about it. The girls, especially, will complain to Sevika.
Most Enforcers know to never get complaints brought up to Sevika, lest they jeopardize the deal Silco has in place with the sheriff.
"So, you're the pig I've been hearing about."
The enforcer whipped his head around to catch Sevika's pointed glare. He was young, dark-haired, and attempting in vain to grow facial hair. Not too unattractive for anyone else seemingly under the age of 23. He reeked of alcohol and sweaty sex and Sevika scrunched her nose at that. The cigarette in his mouth clung on for dear life as he sputtered a response.
"Fuck did you say?"
He missed matching Sevika's height by two inches, but even with his chest puffed out, he severely lacked the muscle mass to back up the bass in his voice. A nonthreat. Probably a kid on his fourth patrol in the Undercity. Sevika had stumbled into enforcers like him before. All annoying little shitheels who thought they ran the place because of a shiny badge.
Sevika kept her composure and her arms—her weapons–hidden under her poncho. "I think you heard me loud and clear. Or did you forget where you were?"
He looked around at the glowing neon and smoke-filled air of Zaun's red-light district. Then sized Sevika up. A haughty smirk painted his chapped lips next.
"The backwoods, clearly. Don't know why anyone bothers coming here. Just a bunch of cheap whores and booze."
"And yet... You're a repeat customer."
The enforcer narrows his eyes. "Where'd you get that from?"
Sevika leaned in. "Got eyes and ears everywhere. Also heard you didn't bother paying for a service."
His lip twitched, only somewhat regaining his composure as he flicked his cigarette to the pavement. "Well. Service wasn't satisfactory."
Sevika chuckled. "That so?"
The enforcer reached for his weapon when she moved. "You touch me, and I'll have an entire squad on your ass. Back. Up."
The chuckle morphed into a full laugh. "I don't see any 'backup' around. Do you?"
Sure enough, he scanned his surroundings. No one around except the supposed "cheap whores" and peddlers at the end of the block, curious but keeping their noses out of their business.
"Your superiors must be hazin' you. What were they thinking, sending a little man like you around to do their patrolling for them?" He steeled his jaw as Sevika continued. "Let me tell you something.
"Ever seen a wolf? They're apex predators. Strong alone, sure, but even more deadly in a pack. There's power in numbers and that pack allows them to take down prey many times their own size. But what happens when a lone wolf encounters a farmer and his flock of sheep?
"It gets bold, brazen. Stupid. The sheep disappear one by one. And the wolf keeps showing up. That is... until the farmer gets a deterrent, a guard dog. But that wolf? It wants those sheep, because they should be easy prey, right? So, it brings more wolves, hoping the size of the pack will scare the dog away."
Sevika leaned in again.
"But no matter how many fuckin' wolves show up, that dog isn't backing down."
The enforcer's grip on his weapon intensified so much, his veins popped. He swallowed.
"If I see you down here again, I'll make sure you never make it back topside for your 'pack.' Now. Get the fuck outta here."
The junior enforcer gritted his teeth before he snarled and stomped away.
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