Talk:Jet Jaguar
Jet as a character was never intended to be a fighter... but a person who was, quite literally, their own spacecraft. The original concept was the idea of being able to look upon the raw naked universe, unfiltered by a glass cocoon or video feed. Which is rather awesome. Couple that with a commentary on how biomods depend on the bemodded. It's just sort of how Jet worked out when writing her.
As a fighter, Jet is something of a Flying Glass Brick. She can hit hard, and seems impervious... right up until she takes a hit that damn near kills her. Individually, she's probably one of Fenspace strongest fighters, capable of taking just about anyone in a straight hand to hand fight. The flip side of this is.... the most dangerous opponent for her is ten ordinary troopers with automatic weapons, and a good supply of ammunition. And it's easier to get 10 more mooks, than it is to get another Jet.
If anyone wants to write for Jet, you're welcome to.
And some humour
Two gunshots rang inside the workshop, followed moments later by a strangely satisfied groan, and the whirr of an electric polisher winding down.
Ford Sierra stood in overalls with the polisher still spinning in her hands, a perplexed and surprised look on her face. Jet lay on the workbench, panting, chest half-coated in hazy turtle wax. The other half was buffed to a deep shine.
“You didn’t...” Sierra mumbled.
Jet smiled back at her almost shamefully, “Well...that’s a first”
A small whisp of blue oilsmoke rose guiltily up from one of her engines.
Sierra barked a laugh, “At least we can have fun like a normal couple for once...”
She grinned. The electric polisher began to wail once more.
