Rivka Anoa

JJE 01/Introduction Respected by Nathan Lowell, who has nicknamed her the "Queen's Barrister". Although barristers often mete out Justice under the Yollin Accord, we don’t kill people. An intern, to start. Terry Henry’s contract was the last legal matter she completed as an intern. In the eyes of the Queen, she had never been just an intern. Rivka Anoa had always been the Queen’s Barrister, a gifted champion for Justice...

JJE 01/2“I love the law,” she told her cell. And it was that very same law that was going to condemn her. She embraced the title of Barrister. It made her sound stately. She had never wondered what it was like for the men who executed prisoners; who saw the sentences carried out. The guards were only tools of Justice, just as she was. Knives to carve the cancers, as the legal system determined them to be, out of society. Cancers, as she told juries they were.

Has a secret talent.she can read minds.

Young (25), blond hair, hazel eyes, swarthy skin.Short (shorter than char by half a head)

JJE 01/4,5 Passed the three tests, became a Magistrate.

JJE 01/6 Stay away from silver. Can kill you. don't knoiw why. Nanocytes have a weakness to it. Went into the pod-doc. The AI started to work. It sampled her DNA and started to program the nanocytes to make Rivka’s body stronger and heal itself faster; help her do all the things she could do already, but orders of magnitude better. Did she want to be taller? Sure. Plus her up a little. The Magistrate reached the door spoke over his shoulder. “Give her something fantastic to change how she sees herself. Maybe the eyes. Give her eyes like no one else’s.” The technician browsed the database. Then there they were, simple yet exotic: a golden-blue hazel with oversized irises. He input the settings for those, and also added a greatly improved ability to see in the dark. “Pretty eyes that are functional, although they are like someone else’s. They’ll never find out about Midnight Sass.”

JJE 01/7 “You’re five centimeters taller, about fifteen kilos heavier, and your eyes are a different color. Your muscles are far denser now. You’ll have to get used to those, so you don’t accidentally break stuff. He showed her how quickly she would heal (cut her palm). Your night vision is far beyond any normal human’s capability. It rivals that of cats.”

Her daily training schedule: Five in the morning, chow. Then weights and sparring. By nine am, more chow. After that, back to school, Barrister. Noon is lunch. After lunch, more sparring, this time using regular and improvised weapons. Then chow, then more class, dinner, and firing range. The evenings are yours to do whatever you want. That will start around eight. “I have nine hours to myself each night? Generous. Training tips: “If you keep your feet too wide you can’t adjust quickly enough. If you keep your elbows out, you expose your ribs and weaken your strikes because you have less leverage.” By round seventeen, she lay on her back where she had fallen. “I feel like shit."