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Unlike the Butcher's merry band of psychopaths, Hellga isn't out to kill (if it can be avoided)- instead, she makes super-precise shots on enemy spacecraft to disable them, and dislodge exterior cargo from freighters with relative ease. This serves her ego as a genius pilot...
While not a direct employee of Sera's, Hellga (the Reaper) is often contracted for odd jobs in the local space sphere. This usually involves intercepting and delivering items, interrupting the dealings of rivals, or even good old-fashioned piracy.
She can even make convincing human-shaped weapons, although they're too complex to be AI-powered and need to be remotely controlled, or so she says- back home, she's working on a little passion project. Sera doesn't judge but is a little concerned for Cherry's apartment complex.
Cherry, Sera's explosively unstable assassin. She handles anyone who the Butcher deems a problem- rival faction leaders, runaways, nosy journalists, any law enforcement that can't be paid off, the underpaid barista that made her coffee wrong, that damn bird that crows at 3 AM-
Macy has few words for anybody that isn't her boss. She follows her orders unquestioningly- if the Butcher wants somebody's legs broken, Macy will make sure they're as good as dust.
She has a habit of overheating while she works, so she keeps her jacket open.
Sera's personal bodyguard and main muscle, Macy. She swore loyalty to the Butcher after receiving life-saving surgery that no above-board doctor would attempt... for what little money she had at the time, anyway.
She refers to everyone as "darling" and has some particular tastes...
Also, she personally handles under-the-table cybernetic modification. Cheap, uninsured, and probably includes tracking, remote overrides, and self-destruct functions. The Butcher makes you her toy...
A metal brace keeps her body from falling apart at the seams, and she can't close her left eye. She could fix these things if she wanted to, but chooses to maintain her image as a half-dead horror.