Once the cybers started getting Privateers to each of us Cowboys, Rosalie and Rosalind turned their ship into an even bigger flying gengineering lab than their starfighters. They gathered some of the best gengineers in all the worlds, and did things nobody could imagine. Who’s Bingo card had living bullets for our revolvers? We got them. The really weird part was petting them so they would bond with us and not eat our limbs off if they got frisky. Those were normal compared to some stuff they came up with. I could not explain most of their toys if I wanted to. And half of me still thinks I dreamed some of the weirder stuff up. Confetti and applause when I nailed a headshot? That’s just crazy. Right?
I am so ridiculously proud of what Rosalie and Rosalind did during The War. They turned their starfighters into the most advanced mobile gengineering labs I had ever seen. We could shoot up a Shang or Chinese defense fleet in the morning, and by evening they’d be running experiments on the local flora and fauna to see what they could do with it all. Or collecting the results of some other long-term experiment. Or maybe come up with a new communication system you could swallow like a pill and would use your stomach acids to communicate with someone on the other side of the system via plant signals or something equally impossible. They were… fantastic.
The Shang have strict laws on genetic manipulation that we absolutely do not follow, and Rosalie and Rosalind were simply one example of all the things we do that put the fear of God into the Shang. Those girls gengineered so many toys that did so many things that the Shang put them on the top ten bioterrorists list. I can’t tell you how many times they tried to kill those two girls. Traps. Overwhelming offenses. Poisons. Bounties. You name it, they tried it over the years. They wanted those girls dead and gone and no longer a threat to the Shang’s galaxy. I can understand that to a point. Intellectually. But personally? Those were my girls they were trying to kill. My best friends. I did not take kindly to that.
I really do not like dealing with drunks. They are annoying at the best of times. The loud and belligerent ones are the worst for peacekeeping from my POV. They shout and think they are being quiet, and they get angry when you tell them they need to be quiet. They call you a liar for telling them they are loud and disturbing other people. Because they are just having fun, doncha know? But the people who just want to sleep are not having any fun at all. And they really will not listen to anything until they have had a chance to sober up in a few hours. So what do you do until then? Sometimes the police are the only answer. And that just adds a whole extra level of fun to the whole situation.
Jesse had six crazy idiots in his little band of misfits when we hit the Hyades. Rosalie and Rosalind came up with one new toy after another for them as the campaign waged on. The things they did changed the course of The War. Truly saved lives in ways no one else could have. A living bandage that eats infections as it cleans your wounds? Check. A vacuum-capable mask that breathes carbon dioxide and gives us oxygen in return? Yup. They even made a gengineered air sensor more sensitive than any tech the Western Alliance had that could warn us of Chinese or Shang bio or chem weapons. Their idiots got first shot at all these things, but they were quick to get the toys to me too. They saved me more times than I can count, even with my boots off.
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