Tammy-Lynn “Fist Deep” Hargreeve, wears her Jakara mirror shield like a rhinestone tiara and hits like she’s settling a tab at the dive bar. Armed with a custom built engagement present Naga Blade, Tammy-Lynn doesn’t fight so much as throw a tantrum at knife range. Anyone dumb enough to rush her gets sliced up faster than a wedding cake in a riot.

She swears she’s “done with violence after the wedding,” which absolutely no one believes.

Watching it all from above—literally - is Birdy McCaw, the Yeld with a busted halo and zero chill. Birdy floats overhead taking impossible shots through vents, railings, and half-collapsed hab walls. She claims she’s “not even trying,” which somehow makes it worse. 

She announces every shot over the vox like a sports commentator:

“Okay okay okay—threading the needle—oh my GOD I nailed him.”

Missiles curve around cover, ricochet down corridors, and obliterate enemies who thought they were safe. Birdy claims it’s “all about vibes.” Several Enforcers have officially classified her as “an airborne war crime .”

Crystal-Beth was born second and took it personally

Crystal-Beth improvises violently. She treats the Underhive like an obstacle course, laughs while falling, and has never met a bad idea she couldn’t make worse.

Crystal-Beth insists she’s here “for the memories” and has already forgotten most of them. She’s fiercely loyal, especially to Krystal-Beth, and will immediately escalate any threat real or imagined. If someone hurts her sister, she will hunt them until one of them is webbed, dead, or both.

Krystal-Beth was born first by three minutes and has never let anyone forget it. She insists this makes her “the responsible one,” despite a documented history of arson, stimulant abuse, and once trying to rob a toll bridge that didn’t exist anymore. 

She claims she joined the hunt to “get her life together” and “be there for Tammy-Lynn,” which mostly translates to ensuring no one escapes alive enough to talk. Deep down, Krystal-Beth believes this hen do will end in either catharsis or prison, and she’s packed for both.