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Her Experiences

I was slightly spooked by her handcuffs the first time I saw Miss Jona. It must not felt good being cuffed all the time. I didn't want to look shocked since that would be rude, but surprisingly, she smiled and asked if the handcuffs looked good on her. She said she got used to wearing them and didn't mind what others think. She was even apologetic that it startled me. That made me think Miss Jona is totally different from how she appeared and is a very nice person.
Of course, the niceness doesn't cover combat. Miss Jona is cool as a cucumber in a fight and will never fire twice if one shot is enough to kill. Not that she misses, anyway. She admitted it's best for both sides to finish a target fast; she didn't have to put in more effort and the enemy wouldn't suffer much. Hmm, I guess she's still nice in how considerate she is to the enemy.
—Vice

Her Story (I)

So, you're the boss? I'm Jona. Call me whatever you like. I do dirty work for the Rediesel Wrench with my squad the "Loose Screws." We deal with everything: killing Eclipsites, robbing caravans, ransacking your Colossus and then selling it to a Northland chop shop for money. Heh, just joking about the last one. I don't care about getting caught, but another handcuff would be too heavy.
So, any lounge on the Colossus? I'll settle for a bar. If not, a counter will do. Otherwise, a mini-bar... How about a bottle? Nothing? Fine, I'll get my fill when I get back to Rediesel Wrench. But let me tell you, it's no fun without liquor in a place as huge as the Colossus.

Her Story (II)

Death Row? I'd rather not bring that up, but whatever. It's all in the past, anyway. I was just tagging along with them to kill, plunder, rinse, repeat. That's about it. Now that I put it that way, it wasn't all that different from my time with the Rediesel Wrench, except one sucked and the other was pretty good. Hmm, I guess that's probably a big difference, but yeah, whatever.
Anyway, I was kinda conflicted when I fought Death Row as a Rediesel Wrench since I had been a part of one, and the other... Well, I've been a part of it too. It just felt weird seeing the two sides fight, until I saw my old master colluded with Eclipsites, then I felt whatever, it was cool to kill the monster.
So I killed him. I didn't want to admit it but that didn't make me uncomfortable. In fact, I felt pretty good about it.

Her Story (III)

The Lumopolis prison? What's up with all these questions about things I don't want to bring up? Yeah, whatever. Why do you want to know about places like the prison? Thinking about getting thrown into the slammer one day? Well, you'll have to mess things up for that. We're talking about the big house in Lumo here. You're getting in on petty theft, unless you stole from Schwartz and drew a pig head on his face, hehe. Be sure you tell me if you do. I want to see what the Lord of Lumopolis looks like with that.
Seriously, I didn't have a bad time in prison. They served me food and water, I always had a blanket, so I wasn't cold even when it rained outside, and I slept in peace every night. It was like living the life of a royalty to me. The only problem was the handcuffs, but they were just a minor inconvenience. I truly felt it wouldn't be bad at all to spend my whole life in there. Except I also missed the days of racing in the desert sometimes. I don't know why.

Her Story (IV)

Alcohol, coffee, tea, drugs... All these could get you high, but I only like the first one. Coffee isn't strong enough for me. Tea, even less. Drugs could be a thrill, but you could also die if you're not careful. In comparison, the advantages of alcohol are obvious. It's strong enough and won't kill me on the spot, so why wouldn't I enjoy it to the max? Just a small shot warms me from lips to tummy. Even if Rediesel Desert turned into the Northland, it wouldn't be a problem as long as I got alcohol.
Actually, I don't like shooting contests, but some of the punks in the squad always trying to wager me. Whatever, they do what they want. I don't care about winning, but I don't see the point of missing on purpose, either, so I won every time. That's good since that meant they have to get me alcohol, so why not? Hey, %s, wanna have a shooting contest? I'd like to try Caelestite alcohol... Nothing like that? Eh, whatever.