Killstreak stands in front of a separate terminal. It’s time for a change.
She clicks one, scanning it. She shifts quickly. Becoming a lot smaller, her armor shifted from purple to a maroon. She was much less sleek and glossy, instead being more modern and sterile. A plaid patterned skirt of metal formed a kama around her upper legs. She didn’t have near as much armor, instead blocky shapes. Headlights formed to either side of her shoulders.
Zipline, Cargo, and a Coalburn yet again sit in the hangar, yet again gambling. Zip was losing all of his money, while Cargo played safe.