Standing Five foot five, Jyn is an underweight half Japanese half white orphan who spent most of his life bouncing from State institutions and the streets. Jyn is often seen dressed in the lasted Steampunk gear with an armored dober-drone at his side.
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There was a lull in traffic at the stuffer shack; as the last customer drove away the clerk darted to the back room to check on the half Jap sitting Zen-style on the floor.
“Jyn… you get it yet?” he asked watching as the kid moving his arms around him.
“Almost,” Jyn replied.
“Well, remember; if you want to eat you better succeed.”
“I got it Maxx,” The kid reassured, “Its good.”
Maxx looked at the security feeds and gritted his teeth as the truck rolled in.
“Now or never man…” he said as he hopped back to the counter and to watch truck roll into place. Its hatch slowly opening up as a pair of drone’s spring to life moving supplies within. He opened up the invoice program to verify the stuffershacks delivery. Cola, check. Soy bars, check. Chip, check… he hastily looked over the usual items then smiled when he saw it, Prime rib cut, 2 lbs… 0.00.
“Yes!” he thought as a large drone rolled in dropping a stack of goods towards the back of the building. With a quick move of his wrist the payment was transferred, the drones and truck left.
“Hell yeah buddy!” he yelled out when the coast was clear, “Real meat tonight.”
“Mhmm,” the Jyn mumbled back, “One second.”
“Can’t cook it yet anyway, let me get it stored and the rest of this shit put away.”
“Mhmm,” the Jyn again replied, obviously not listening.
After a few minutes the young half Jap walked out of the back area; his black spiked hair hiding his circular glasses, dressed in ratty second hand faux steampunk cloths full of holes and broken buckles.
“You wouldn’t believe was just happened.” The kid said.
“Ummm,” Maxx replied putting the cola away in the fridge, “You got dinner?”
“Well yeah. But no.” He replied, “While I was deleting the order of the meat I came across another signal; some yak was making a deal with some other schmuck. Dude wanted a loan but his matrix savvy was terrible; so I got it instead.”
“Are you fucking nuts Jyn!!” the clerk yelled nearly dropping his case.
“I just made twenty five grand yo,”
“No, you just went in debt with some fucked up people.”
“Meh,” Jyn replied nonchalantly, “You worry too much. I got rent covered for a while, some new parts for Lulu Bell, maybe even my own wheels. Plus, when I make good on the deal I will have a friend in high places.”
“Or dead in a shallow grave.”
“I don’t know man.” Jyn continued, partly trying to convince his friend and partly himself, “No degree, no family, no money. I don’t really have a lot of options. Sure I can hack some crappy software and tweak some drones, but that is just good enough to keep the gangers off my ass. This might be my ticket.”
“Yeah, well. With that skill set and job prospects, how do you plan to pay them back exactly?”
“Details man, details.” Jyn said patting his dogs head, “Right now I got an appointment with some mechanic; he has a re-furbed van that I want. Plus I can get some real cloth to protect me in the hood, not this ratty ass knock off shit that mosquitoes can bite through.
Maxx could see Jyns excitement swell as he rushed towards the door.
“I’ll be back for that steak in a couple.”
As the pair disappeared down the road all Maxx could was sigh.
