[System]
Age: 24

Species: Human

Gender: Female

Appearance: Of average height and wiry build, Juliana has black hair (usually dyed dark red), and soft green eyes. Her face is marred by an angular scar, slanting down from her forehead to her cheek. Off duty, she dresses in casual, but practical clothes, preferring to wear jeans and a denim jacket, along with plain shirts without logos or images. In the field, she wears standard tactical gear, with pouches for stowing items, with liberal padding and light plating for comfort and protection. Some reference images.

Equipment: A wallet containing photo IDs, petty cash, loose change, and various cards. She also carries a small data tablet for communications and such, which is kept in a reinforced case when not in use, to shield it from shrapnel and bullets. Around her neck she wears a spent casing of a sniper bullet, engraved with the initials of her fallen comrades. Her weapons of choice are a kukri combat knife, a high-calibre 7-shot revolver, and a semiautomatic mid-range rifle that uses 10-round clips.

Skills: Aside from her capability as a mech pilot, Juliana also has some talent as a sniper, scout, and tracker, as these skills mesh well with her preference for solo work.

Personality: Optimistic and aloof, Juliana is something of a free spirit, eager for any opportunity to demonstrate her prowess in battle. Though she isn't always the best as teamwork, she's nonetheless incredibly loyal to her comrades. Her most defining characteristic is her upbeat attitude; no matter how stark a situation, she will find a way to alleviate it with sarcasm or snark.

Bio: Born on a colony world already floundering due to overpopulation, Juliana's upbringing was one where decent meals were few and far between, and luxuries were practically non-existent. To combat their population problems, the colony leaders resorted to compulsory military conscription, so when Juliana reached 18, she – along with many others – were sent off-world to join the war machine of the colony's founding empire.

Suffice to say, it wasn't a fun experience. Raw recruits were given barebones training, assigned to substandard mechs, and thrown into the gruelling meatgrinder of the front lines, their lives little more than numbers on a spreadsheet in the eyes of the commanders. Juliana was one of those lucky enough to make it through to the other side of her obligatory three years with nothing but a few superficial scars to show for it. Many of her friends weren't so lucky.

Although she wished to put the horrors of her military service behind her, Juliana had difficulty readjusting to civilian life, and was unable to hold down work, leading her to once again throw herself into the fray, this time as a mercenary, unbeholden to the fallacies of ideology or patriotism.

Weaknesses: Having lost a great many friends and comrades during her three years spent as a soldier, Juliana has difficulty making new friends and opening up to others. She prefers to conduct operations mostly on her own, fearing deep down that her companions will let her down, or get themselves killed because of her mistakes. She also has a healthy disrespect for authority figures.

Mech Name: Banjo
Mech Chassis: Australovenator-Class Strider
Mech Class: Medium
Appearance: i.imgur.com/atdnEsv.png
Armament
Centre Torso Hardpoint: Medium LRM pod.
Left Torso Hardpoint: Medium machine gun array.
Right Torso Hardpoint: Light laser (x2).
Left Arm Hardpoint: Targeting assist laser, simple claw hand.
Right Arm Hardpoint: Particle Projector Cannon.

[User]
IC: Iral Vijil

The raptor didn't reply with a snarky comment to Brae, speaking in a more cautious tone. "Covering number Three." He said in confirmation.

[Assistant]
Natalia Faust

"Negative, Tiger Six, the local forces will not be assisting us today. You're on your own out there."

[User]
IC: Juliana Winters - Into the Swamp.

"Say, commander, what are the chances that the prison might've put trackers in their prisoners or mechs?" Juliana started to move Banjo forward, the heavy mech swiftly sinking past its ankles after its first step. "More specifically, what are the chances that they might throw us a bone and share that kind of info with us?"

[Assistant]
Natalia Faust

"Unlikely on a planet like this. It's nearly impossible to cross the swamps without hovercraft or mechs, which the planetary government keeps armed for infantry and light vehicle combat. They probably don't see a need to, Tiger Four."

[User]
IC: Taia Sal - Rightwards

"Do we have their last known location, at the very least?"

[Assistant]
IC: Juliana Winters - The Swamp.

"I suppose that would've been too easy," she sighed, as Banjo continued to stride slowly into the swamp. She started to angle left, as Skoll had suggested, "Alright, Tigers, you know the drill. Stay in radio contact, and give 'em hell."

[User]
Knox Iliand-ship

 Knox finished the drop-ship's systems check. "Purring like a young feline as the humans say. But I wonder why something so delicious is apart of that saying." he said to himself. He walked up to the command center and checked the comms. He checked the systems of each mech to clarify the mission's progress. "The ships radar is having an issue seeing due to the climate, but it seems ya'll be fine."

[Assistant]
IC: Skoll

"That's a negative Tiger Two, given the track record of responses we've had so far." Seeker stepped off the permacrete air strip and began to trudge through the muck. Already the strained groans can be heard as servos and pistons work just to keep the mech moving. "Stick with the buddy system, people, and keep your heads on a swivel."

[User]
IC: Juliana Winters - The Swamp.

Banjo continued trudging languidly through the marshy undergrowth, its wide-splayed feet leaving deep, dinosaur-esque tracks in its wake. Juliana almost started whistling to herself as her mech walked, but she forced herself to keep quiet.

[Assistant]
IC: Brae Tessen

Praetorian Ruin lumbered slowly through the dense bog, PPC acting as a sentry and looking for a target. Brae tapped at a console and filtered through a few spectrum scans, though nothing turned up.

The Apatagor growled slightly. "Come already. Show yourselves, ronus."

[User]
IC: Iral Vijil

"I didn't think a bunch of degenerates like them were even capable of being so bloody quiet." He muttered, eyes locked on his sensors.

[Assistant]
Natalia Faust

"Thank you, Mr. Iliand, I want you on standby in case we need to hot drop reinforcements."

"Tiger Two, our intel put them 10 klicks away from the dropzone twenty minutes ago, estimates put them about three klicks now."

As if to accentuate her point, contacts would show up on the long range sensors of each mech. Three from the north-west, another three from the south-west.

[User]
IC: Skoll

"I'm going to assume that you're talking about the prisoners there, Tiger One." Seeker did its best to keep pace with Banjo. Skoll looked between the scanners and the heat display.

[Assistant]
IC: Taia Sal - Marching forwards

"Understood."

She raised the laser cannon and trained it forwards. All she needed was line of sight to see the stolen mechs...

[User]
IC: Juliana Winters - The Swamp.

"In hindsight, Skoll, perhaps those of us with the LRMs should've gone up the middle." Juliana mused, "But know that we know where they are, perhaps we should consolidate into groups of three after all."

[Assistant]
Knox-Ship

Knox attempted to calibrate the sensors. After a bit, success. "Boss, I have some unidentifiable contacts on sensors after calibration. They might be the prisoners, but it's a bit scrambled to pick up. How's your view?"

[User]
Natalia Faust

"Fine. To your station, Mr. Iliand, do not make me repeat myself a third time."

[Assistant]
Knox-Ship

"Yes boss." and he went to the drop bay. Helios Striker hung from it's bay, completely offline. He climbed up and started systems check. He routed the line to his mech's comms. "In position, boss. All systems green." and he grabbed a thermos from under the seat. "And Standing by. (takes a sip) Ick! I forgot I put to sugar in this!"

[User]
IC: Skoll

"Copy that Tiger Four." Tapping a few buttons on his control panel, Skoll brings up the icons for Tiger One and Tiger Three. "Tiger One, Tiger Three, this is Tiger Six. Argonaut just updated our maps, you both catch it?"

@VahkiDane

[Assistant]
IC: Iral Vijil

"Yeah, but neither me or number Three can actually see the bastards." He muttered over the comms, closely monitoring the greenery. His claw fingered the button, ready to open fire.

[User]
IC: Skoll

"Copy that. Tiger One, link up with Tiger Two and Tiger Five. Tiger Three, link up with Tiger Four and myself. That way we'll have better numbers when we cut them off."

@VahkiDane

[Assistant]
IC: Brae Tessen

Brae nodded and spoke into the comms. "On my way." Praetorian broke off from the other mech and slowly moved towards the others. She growled as her mech's foot became lodged in a rather sticky patch of mud, and it took a while to get it free.

"Hold your position, Praetorian's having a tough time in the bog, and I don't want to lose you." Brae grunted as her mech slogged through the swamp.

[User]
IC: Skoll

"Understood, Tiger Three." Seeker turned on its torso axis and looked over at Banjo. "Tiger Four, hold position and keep an eye out. Tiger Three is having terrain trouble."

[Assistant]
IC: Juliana Winters - Swamp.

"Understood," Juliana didn't completely cease her advance, but she did slow Banjo's already-languid pace considerably, "Let's hope the enemy are having as much trouble with the landscape as we are."

[User]
IC: Iral Vijil

Seeing Brae's situation, Iral stopped, moving his small mech closer to Praetorian and keeping watch. "With due respect Six, I'm going to stay by Tiger Three until she frees herself. This would literally be the worst time to get jumped, no?"

[Assistant]
IC: Brae Tessen

Brae managed to rip Praetorian free of the mud, and slowly moved towards Skoll and Winters. "Tiger Three on approach. Apologies for the wait. Praetorian um latum vok vetaris."

[User]
IC: Iral Vijil (Tiger 1)

Stalker Judge split off from Brae, his quick and light frame making his way over to the other two mech pilots. "Tiger number One on the move, following Two and Five's position."

[Assistant]
IC: Skoll [Tiger Six]

"Copy that Tiger One, tracking you on map display." Seeker torso-twisted to face Praetorian's approach. "Welcome to our merry little hunting party, Tiger three, spotting your approach."

[User]
Zyreq'riis - Tiger 5

"Acknowledged." Zyreq absentmindedly responded. He was focused on getting his medium mech through the thick swamp while keeping an eye out for any enemy combatants.

[Assistant]
IC: Juliana Winters (Tiger 4) - Swamp.

"Welcome to the party, Brae. We'll try to save one for you, but no promises."

[User]
IC: Skoll [Tiger Six]

Seeker turns back to face Banjo and trudges through the swamp behind the lighter class mech. "This is Tiger Six to Tigers One, Two, and Five. Any sign of enemy contact on your end?"

@VahkiDane @Ehksidian

[Assistant]
Zyreq'riis - Tiger 5

"Negative, no contact yet."

[User]
IC: Brae Tessen - Tiger Three

Brae let out a deep growl and scowled. "Where are they? My sensors aren't picking up a thing."

She went through multiple spectrums, but still nothing. Praetorian was blind.

[Assistant]
IC: Iral Vijil (Tiger 1)

"No." Iral was beginning to sound frustrated.

[User]
IC: Skoll [Tiger Six]

"Alright, alright. Keep calm. Focus. Getting riled up just because we can't see anything doesn't mean they aren't there." Skoll checked his heat dissipation levels then looked over to his scanning equipment, absentmindedly flicking through the various visual spectrums. "Though to be honest," He muttered under his breath, feeling his own frustration boiling up. "I should probably take my own advice..." Tapping at his communications panel again, he brought up the icon for the Argonaut. "Argonaut, this is Tiger Six. Do we have any new data as to last known locations? Has anything remotely interesting come up?"

[Assistant]
IC: Juliana Winters (Tiger 4) - Swamp.

"Guys... Faust literally just said that they'd be about 3 klicks away," Juliana pointed out, continuing her trudging advance towards the contacts to the South-West, "Of course they're not going to be in visual range yet."


[System]
Species: Human Male

Age: 37

Description:
Tarden wears brownish and orangey cloths draped over hardened cloth armour, almost fully covering his arms and torso. He keeps his head wrapped up with the same coloured materials leaving only his eyes visible. He is instantly recognisable as foreign, his dark skin visible through the eye slit and his distinctive accent
On his back he wears a large sack with all his belongings and a war pick, not often seen in these parts and liberally decorated in red cloths. He also often has a small wooden shield on his forearm, which is also concealed beneath red cloths, all of which follow his blows and sweep through the air with every attack

Personality: Despite being a foreigner, he remains open to new company, and finds the drinks of this land are a great ice-breaker.
Although he is met with mistrust, he tries to be open and honest in his dealings, and will always stop to help a fellow in need
Tarden deeply misses his homeland as much as he has a thirst for exploration. Some events can tip him over to one side more than the other, but it tends to balance out

Skills/Abilities:
- Tarden has inherited a natural hardiness from his homeland, and from travelling around. This and his clothes give him a good resistance to the elements
- Tarden is of a good build, never having been hard on his luck and constantly traveling means he can overpower an average human
- The people of the fair lands are famous for their quick firing of small bows, and although he does not bear such a weapon, Tarden is also very quick. This does not translate very well to his war-pick, but in most other activities he can exercise good and extremely quick dexterity. Nothing superhuman, but sometimes impressive
- From smithing farming tools to using them to cultivate a field, travelling has granted Tarden many skills in all areas
Magic:
The people of the fair lands have a distaste for magic of almost all kinds, but still develop and use minor artefacts and tinctures to counter both superstitions and real mana alike. Tarden possesses such items like
- A small bell that when rung echoes back from enchantments in a small area around him, including people under enchantments (however the reliability of this power is subject to the winds of magic/plot!)
- A knot of rope made from the hair of goat's firstborn. When drenched in alcohol it lets off a distinct vapour that when inhaled protects against any sort of magical influence (allegedly)
- An extremely bouncy and soft rock, and another small rock that almost acts like a magnet towards it
- A lucky coin! Which for some reason no matter how hard Tarden tries he can't get rid of it, like his father before him and his father before him. Passed on from generation to generation, when discarded it just appears in Tarden's pocket again shortly afterwards. Aside from that it doesn't appear to have any use
Backstory: The fair lands is situated far to the south of Waeldershore, and is known for it's deserts and songs. The latter of which are sung throughout daylight hours in the village hall of every settlement passing over every dry wooden hut there, lifting the atmosphere in such a way that visitors find magical. It is said that in times past folk made a deal with the sand spirits, that the land would belong to man as long as man's sweet song kept the sand spirits in their slumber. It is also said that every sandstorm is a sand spirit waking up, and the rains are the spirits dreaming
Tarden's village came under threat from a rival peoples, and he was tasked with delivering a ruby idol to their clan to appease them. He was ambushed on the way, losing everything he had. When he returned home they banished him, and last he heard the sand reclaimed all that was once there
Since then he has been travelling across the world, and although he misses his homeland he still longs to see every corner of the world, working as a farmer here, a mercenary there or a sailor over there. He enjoys the life he leads and the people he meets.

[User]
Tarden slowly made his way down the stairs. The bandits from last night had assembled for breakfast, and for that reason were probably in an amicable state, but he still did his best to act inconspicuous. He strolled over to Jarkson "Morning,"

Jarkson looked slightly on edge, but not as much as he should have been for the potentially hostile company in his inn. "Morning Tarrey, can I help you?" he spoke in his happy and upbeat tone, not in the hushed whisper Tarden expected.

Tarden looked over his shoulder meaningfully at the group. Jarkson caught his meaning, "They're a bit odd, but they don't mean any harm. Really, honestly." Tarden kept his reservations. "I'll have a plate of whatevers going, please." he said to Jarkson

With a plate of eggs Tarden made his way to sit near the door, if he needed to escape he wanted it to be easy! He started tucking in and inspected the door. It was still largely in one piece, miraculously from looking at the large man who bashed it down last night, and the remaining parts would be an easy fix. Tarden shouted across the room to Jarkson "I've still got some glue from my last job, I'll patch up the door after breakfast, for a friend." Jarkson nodded to him from inbetween helping residents at the place who were coming down for their own food.

@vietmyke @AdamantiumWolf @Zero Hex @The Harbinger of Ferocity @IcePezz @Jon Y

[Assistant]
Ajax awoke in a good mood. He'd had his fill, he'd slept under a roof and in a decent bed for the first time in a good long while and he slept long and undisturbed by angry locals, assasination attempts, assorted emergencies or any other pain in the ass that required a solid fist to fix. It was a welcome change of pace for him. There was still the matter of his clothes, but a quick look at the available coverings for the bed gave him a suitable piece of cloth, nice and tough, that he could fashion into the type of robe he enjoyed wearing. Or rather, that he could have someone else tailor into a robe for him.

And that was how Ajax spent his own early morning. Jumping out the window of the establishment with a ball of cloth under his arm, looking for the nearest tailor in town and "convincing" him to create the outfit. It wasn't hard. It was early, the man wasn't expecting business till at least the next few hours and he was scared witless by the scarred giant offering physical labor in return for an outfit that seemed more fitting of a harlot than a warrior. Hoping to not offend Ajax in some way, the tailor did the quick and easy work in return for the cutting and hauling of plenty of lumber to spare himself an afternoon's labor.

And so the door of the inn slammed open from a not gentle but certainly contained shove, creaking most uncomfortably under the new abuse yet holding steady, and into the inn walked a now conspicuously dressed Ajax looking mightily satisfied with himself. "So, what's for breakfast? A good meal is a must before an adventure".

[User]
Isabeau's eyes slowly trailed from her book over to where Regina stood. As each new person entered the room, it became abundantly clear that there was no escaping this, at least not with her dignity or integrity in tact. And no matter how she worded it, what she had to say would make her seem like the lowliest creature on earth. The guilt stricken rogue carefully set down her book and scooted towards the hin.

"I waited more so because there is no sense in leaving without the artifact in which I've come for. But I do owe you an apology, and an explanation at the very least. You and I are from two different worlds, Regina. And whatever it is you feel for me, I can only assume is based on infatuation or lust, but it is not reciprocated. I needed to carry on with my work, and I didn't want you or your friends involved in my so called betrayal of Genevieve, so I left. Also, I figured it would be best to end it before you even had a thought there was ever a chance at anything even beginning. So I am sorry for how I made you feel, and the circumstances of it all. Now as soon as breakfast is done, I am leaving. It is up to you whether you accompany us or not." her tone was even, calm and unobtrusive. And her volume was not entirely hushed, but she was careful enough that those not paying close and careful attention to her words wouldn't be able to discern them. And without any other words, she rose from the table. It was a simple matter but a hurtful one. but there was no other way to go about it, at least not one that she could come up with.

"I will see what is cooking for today" the barkeep nodded to Ajax, his crisp and freshly pressed face was content with the business and paid no mind to anything else. It was still quite early so their party was the only that had emerged thus far.

[Assistant]
In the early morning, a shut of a door was what awoke Emil from his slumber. One of his companions had left the room shared by a few members of their party. Emil scarcely remembered the rest of the night. He stood there for some time before retiring to bed, thoroughly exhausted from the events of the previous night. Realizing that he might be one of the last to wake up, he quickly pushed himself out of bed, and hurried to ready himself for the days events.

He swapped his clothes from yesterday with a pair of similar clothes from his ruck, and pulled his mail and plate armor over. He grabbed his sword and slung it and his ruck over his shoulder, and proceeded down the stairs, the light jingle of his mail and plates rubbing together sounding like bells as he plodded down the wooden steps.

Downstairs, he found some of the others- including Sir Ionathan speaking to their new... companion-would be assassin-etc, apparently another hero of legend. Which Emil found incredulous, heroes of the same tale fighting amongst one another. Thankfully, today seemed to be civil at the very least. Emil himself didn't feel quite right entering a conversation between old friends, and instead sat off to the side.

[User] Regina looked down, an obvious sadness about her. Isabeau wasn't gonna give her a chance. She sat still, brooding on it for a few minutes before looking back towards Sakaala. I don't have a chance with her either. she thought with a sigh. She slid off the table and walked towards the bar. "Got a target I can borrow?" she asked, tapping one of her daggers. "I gotta take out some frustration. And a mug of Dwarven Ale if you have any." Her drink of choice when she was feeling down. She was trying to distract herself from her sadness, knowing perfectly well she would have to deal with it eventually. She was half-tempted to levitate herself onto one of the barstools but decided against it as she didn't know where the target was, if there was one. Most bars had one, or so she thought.

[Assistant]
Tapping a thick finger upon the grip of the sword that laid across her lap, the old mercenary stirred none more, content to listen to all the activity that began with the others rousing; they weren't subtle, she noted that much. Her ears, as relaxed as they were in spite of the conversation, picked up each and every word shared - be them the two women at the table or the two men at the bar and of course the distinctive clatter of the knights. Albeit there was... something new, something that smelled not only different but sounded the part as well. She was privy to the scent the night before yet then it was mingled with the rest of the inn's - the smells of smoke, liquor, men and fire - but now? Now she had a figure to attach to it.

And one yelling, at that.

"I've still got some glue from my last job, I'll patch up the door after breakfast, for a friend."

Sakaala opened an eye at last and the blood icing glare she gave was a stark reminder she was as much a beast in the flesh as she certainly appeared to be; the good eye lingered on the man of brown and orange, whose garb was bound about him barring the thinnest portion that revealed his eyes. It moved as he did, tracking, watching as he crossed not more than a few feet away from what were the enormity of her feet, his hands busied with a wooden plate topped with eggs. It was then she chose to rise, having waited until he set about inspecting the door.

"That is one way to awaken someone." The fallen regal remarked, her great palm sheathing the sword across her back where it hung without a sheath.

Limp arm resting at her side, she looked him over for a long moment before turning her scarred, mottled face away to examine the dwarven innkeeper then the rest of her company as they were preparing for the morning. More patrons, those of the other rooms arriving now in part, she returned a glance to Tarden with the deadness of her blind eye. As polite as she was keeping to herself, she made it clear that shouting at break of dawn was not her ideal...

@Belwicket@IcePezz@Jon Y@The Fated Fallen@vietmyke@Zero Hex

[User]
Ajax strolled through the establishment and sat at the bar, eyeing the foreigner draped head to toe in colorful cloth. Nothing against him, really, it just bothered Ajax a little bit when things he broke were put back together in his presence. Even when he specifically hadn't tried to render them completely unusable. It felt wrong, if for no other reason that he had become accustomed to his touch, so speak, being rather final. His life had quite literally depended on it for many, many years. As he waited for his meal he focused his attention on the little spat between the tiny psyker and the so-called assassin turned ally.

Acting as though Regina wasn't right there, he adressed Isabeau. Primarily because the issues he saw were on her end rather than the halfling's. "You know, children aren't my thing but you should try to enjoy yourself before heading off to die. Food, drink, good company, whatever else you want to do. Following a duty is fine but it should not be all there is to life".

[Assistant]
Tarden looked up from his delicious eggs and rashers and saw the few eyes he had drawn from the mountain of muscle and some sort of spirit of nature. Apparently shouting in the morning wasn't the best idea, had they been drinking last night and now have a hangover? That would explain why someone would just break open a door.

Tarden subtly contemplated this strange nature spirit. Being so large, wouldn't she have trouble getting through doorways? She could only be described as hideous, though he had seen stranger people in his travels. He shook his head and finished his meal. Standing up, he headed up to his room and back down again with various mixtures and materials to fully mend the door, grabbing a flagon of mead on the way


[System]
NICKNAME: Milli; Melia

AGE(19-25): 23

GENDER: Fem

EX: Hunter Monroe

FAVORITE MUSIC: Classical/Blues/Country/Soft Rock

FAVORITE COLOR: Teal

HOBBY(s): Painting, Singing, Listening to Live Music, Horseback Riding, and Running

ANIMALS: 3 year old Husky mix named Komodo/12 month old boxer mix named Nellie

PERSONALITY: Amelia is strong- willed and independent. Her friends would describe her as stubborn and set in her ways. She has a hard time trusting and often blocks others out to protect herself. This is why her last relationship failed. She is loyal and would do anything for those she cares for.

CAR: 2015 Teal in Color Jeep Grand Cherokee

TATTOOS/PIERCINGS/OTHER:
Piercings- Naval/Medusa(Middle of Upper Lip)/Gaged Ears

MAJOR IN COLLEGE: Veterinary Medicine

OTHER: Only her ex knows that she sings.

[User] When Grant agreed to take place in their debauchery, Jareth threw his fists in the air and gave a party shout equivalent to that of an avid sports fan watching their favorite team make the winning score. "Yes, just a little beach pre-gaming" he said and then his voice gave way to a bout of laughter. While Grant went in search of heavier alcohol, Jareth looked out the window and surveyed the beach full of, well, beach babes. He let out a catcall-like whistle "Can't wait to get out there, hurry up and change man!" he said with some Hunter-level excitement on his tongue. Grant rushed into his bedroom to change and came back out shirtless in all his buff-and-brown glory "Woah, man, you trying to jingle my jimmies here?" Jareth said with light sarcasm and a laugh. "No shirt if you want to get all the ladies, shirt if you want to give your buddies a chance at some of them, eh?" he said with a wink and polished off the rest of his champagne flute.

[Assistant]
Adelisa grinned at her best friends and said "Lila! You so owe me a new guitar! Or I'll go to that deadbeat's house and beat him dead until I got my guitar back." She giggled softly. Knowing Adelisa, she might not have been joking. Dela dispised Jareth for multiple reasons, one of them being that his band rivalled hers whenever they were in some sort of competition, but the biggest reason was that Jareth hurt Delilah. The same goes for Hunter and Amelia. They were nice to her (besides Jareth) but hurt her friends and she wouldn't hold back.

Adelisa looked out to the beach and her smile faltered slightly. The beach was her favorite spot when she was little, but things change when things happen. She snapped out of her thoughts and grinned at Delilah and Amelia. "thank you guys. For being there for me" she said sincerely. She cared for them so much. They were there when her and Grant broke up, when she thought that she wasn't going to find someone else because she was who she was. It was hard to find people like them with a personality like hers.

[User]
Amelia laughed at the interaction between Dela and Lila, they were always the life of the party. As she heard them speaking about the vast array of available men, Amelia walked back over to the wet bar. She poured three more shots and set out three more lime wedges, then brought them out to the balcony and handed one to each of the girls. She downed her shot and sucked the lime wedge into her mouth. This weekend was going to be one full of drunk regrets, lost clothes, and a lot of Gatorade and Emergen-C for the hangovers, but Amelia wouldn't have it any other way.

"So we are all here now, should be get to the beach first or grab some lunch since it's noon? We can eat at the beachside resturant, in our itty bitty bathing suits. I'm sure there will be plenty of male attention there," Amelia raised an eyebrow and twirled her shot glass in her hand. They were free, free from worries and responsibilities, and the hurt of past relationships gone wrong.

Amelia smirked to the two girls, her two best friends. They had been through so much together and still were so close even with their crazy busy schedules. "So get dressed, let's hit the beachside resturant for some grub then get on the white sands!" Anelia said and jogged into the living room, laying her empty shot glass on the table, and trotting to her bedroom where she laid her belongings.

She changed, pulling on a dark purple strapless bikini, her white sandals, and her RayBands. Amelia looked at herself in the mirror, her back tattoo was almost completely visible in the bikini. All the intricate, different butterflies that ran along her spine in different sizes. Her smile faltered, she missed being in her relationship even if Hunter and her relationship wasn't the best- it still was fun to be around his charasmatic attitude.

Amelia shrugged away te feeling and walked out of the room with a small beach bag on her shoulder- containing sun tan oil, a towel, her iPhone 6 and headphones. She stood in the living room waiting for the other girls to get ready to go. The beachside resturant was directly on the boardwalk from the condo to the beach, which made it convenient, and consisted of a full menu of seafood favorites, plus a fully stocked open bar.

[Assistant]
Hunter was more or less focused now, still a bit hazy but in control. He had issues with controlling his liquor. "So before we go flirt with everything with two legs we should get some food." Truth be told he missed lunch, didn't really feel like stopping so he skipped it in hopes of free food, maybe later on that though. "Think about it though, if any of us do somehow get lucky with good looks alone, I'm talking to you Grant. But ya, if we do get lucky chances are no dinner, I don't like missing meals, so I say we just have one early and get that out of the..." He stopped for a moment trying to regain his balance. It passed and he went back to talking. "...Out of the way. Then we can do what ever. We have options of Games, Movies, Girls, more food, Or some Awesome mix of all of it!" He took a sip of the champagne again. "Lets do this!"

Hunter walked into his room and grabbed his swimsuit, it was a basic Camouflage shorts swimsuit with cargo pockets. SO more or less it was cargo shorts built for swimming. He got changed but left his T-Shirt on, still going out to grab food, Might as well keep his shirt on. Plus Hunter wasn't well known for having a decent Muscle tone.

He walked into the main room again. "Alright! Who's ready to go!" As he still held the Champagne bottle in his hand.

[User]
Delilah gave Adelisa a big hug. "Of course, sweetie! You know we'll always be here for you. And, by all means, don't let me stop you from beating Jareth," she added as an afterthought, then let out an evil laugh.

Amelia walked back over to the wet bar, poured three more shots and set out three more lime wedges, then brought them out to the balcony and handed one to each of the girls. She downed her shot and sucked the lime wedge into her mouth.

"To forgetting the past and making new adventures in the future! Bottoms up!" said Lila, again raising her glass for a second before quickly taking the shot. She sucked the lime wedge while Amelia asked them if they should go to the beach or to lunch. "I vote for lunch. I wanna stuff my face with a burger and fries before scoring some numbers." It was no surprise that Delilah wanted to go out for food first. Anyone close to her knew the girl was always hungry, and that one of her favorite foods were hamburgers.

Amelia smirked to the two girls. "So get dressed, let's hit the beachside resturant for some grub then get on the white sands!" Amelia said and jogged into the living room, laying her empty shot glass on the table, and trotting to her bedroom.

Lila followed suit, going straight to her room and changing into some black glittered flip flops and a sexy black & white striped bikini that highlighted her voluptuous curves. Her body was her blessing and curse: it attracted attention from the opposite sex (and a couple of girls, too), but not the attention she really wanted. Guys seemed to think she was just an easy lay, or just a beauty with no brains or feelings. More than once, she'd been disappointed by guys she thought were different and really loved her for her; the latest of these being Jareth. She should've known, though, that what they had had been more physical than anything else. And yet, she fell completely head over heels for him, only to have her heart crushed just when she thought things between them were better than ever.

She covered herself with a button down gray sweater and some jean shorts, and then took some time while she packed her wallet, Winterfresh gum, golden iPhone 6 Plus (with the girly pink rhinestone cover), a pink beach towel, some tanning oil and her pink portable Beats speakers in a black Victoria's Secret beach bag. Lila was obsessed with scents, so she spritzed a good deal of Luscious Love body splash on herself before leaving the room.

Lila walked back to the living room with a supermodel vibe, pulling down the sunglasses that had been on the top of her head and letting her long brown waves loose. "I can't wait to scan the perimeter." she said with her mischievous smile. With her constant admiration of males, it came as a surprise to everyone that she'd managed to stay completely faithful to Jareth even when they weren't even official.

[Assistant]
Grant grinned at Jareth's reaction, laughing. "I can jingle those jimmies any day," he said with a wink. "And it isn't just my looks. I have a winning personality, try not to feel jealous," Grant smirked. "Fine, I'll keep my shirt till we get to the beach in case I get attacks by girls soon as I step out." With that, he shrugged his tank on, and snatched the bottle from Hunter's hand. "Dude, you lightweight, keep your balance," he laughed, turning around and going to his room. He emerged a minute later with his phone in a pocket, his wallet, a towel, and shades on his head.

"Okay, now I'm ready. And since Mr. Foodie here is desperate for a meal, I guess we'll head to the restaurant first. Jar, you ready?" He glanced at his friend, who had probably come prepared for the beach. "All right, let's get going." He whooped, heading to the door of the condo and picking up the Jack Daniels on the way.

[User]
Jareth chuckled at Grant's comment about having a winning personality. "Try being a musician, man. I may not be built like a tank like you, but I can tell them that I see the sunrise in their eyes," he sang the last few words in a smooth melody "and the ladies fall all over it. But you gotta mean though, at least a little bit." he said with a wink and a bit of a falsely angelic smile.

When it looked like they were all ready to head out, Jar piped in on cue "Of course I'm ready, let's get some grub to fuel the rest our daily, and nightly, activities." At that, his grin has definitely devilish, not a trace of angel left.

[Assistant]
Adelisa smiled and said "bikini time!" before running over to her suitcase and into the bathroom. She heard Delilah talk about "scanning the perimeter" and Adelisa became even more self-conscious than she did. She loved wearing bikinis, but guys looking at her in them? She shook her head and slipped into her black bikini. She looked into the mirror and looked at herself, her blue eyes running over her body in the mirror. She shook her head and threw on an over-sized Green Day shirt.

She was never comfortable with her body. Sure, she had curves and long legs like any other considerably pretty girl, but she also had the scars of her past on her too. She covered most of them with tattoos, but it was still difficult to deal with. Adelisa wasn't one to show off her body and her friends knew that. Grant never complained, but he wanted someone without all the tattoos and eccentricity. She was fine with that, but she could never be the girl he wanted her to be.

She walked out and smiled at the two girls. "I'm ready!" she sang and did a little air guitar action. She thought for a moment and said "I wonder if they sell guitars somewhere. I really miss my baby but I could always add one to my collection." She grinned at them.

[User]
Amelia pulled on a white see through tank and a pair of light denim daisy dukes before heading toward the door. She held it open for both of the girls then followed ensuit as they walked to the beach resturant. Amelia was starving for some fresh seafood. The smell of the ocean was welcoming as they stepped out from the condo's main entrance. The white sand beaches reflected the sunlight and made the sand almost shimmer in the light. The beaches were pretty crowded, but it was spring break.

Once at the resturant Amelia took a seat at the bar where there were three seats available for them all to sit together. The waiter handed each one a menu filled with more seafood than imaginable. "The waiter is pretty cute. Hey, Lila if you get him as a contact maybe he will bring you fresh seafood back to college," Amelia said with a giggled playful wink toward her friends.

This was the life- freedom, no stress, in a new place where no one knew your name or your past. Amelia ordered a margarita and a shrimp cocktail, then handed the waiter her menu. While she was waiting for their orders she looked around to check out any potential males. Amelia was very specific about who she dated. He had to be more than just muscles and a pretty face. She needed someone with a sense of humor, and someone she was comfortable with.


[System]
Sex: Male

Age: 28

Appearance:

Occupation:Snake Oil Salesman Con Man Legitimate Businessman

Crew or Passenger: Passenger

Improvised Weapon: Anything he can get his hands on! (Though he'll only be starting with his "MAGICAL PLEASURE MACHINE" (AKA A long stick with a snowglobe with a hot guy inside at the end.))

Equipment of Note: Large Empty Sack (Previously filled with his AMAZING INVENTIONS, but they scattered all over the ship when he ran away from the sick people)

Stolen iPhone

Handful of Poker Chips (Grabbed when the Casino was being taken over when he was on the biggest losing streak of his career.)

(And whatever he may be able to pick up in the room he locked himself in.)

Character's Starting Location: Someone's First Class Cabin. (He locked himself in the first open doored room he could find.)

[User]
Green and red lights, thats all there is. Big blinking screens of screaming men and women getting dragged off. Its sad that they all asume that he is evil but what can you do, the engins packed out a few hours into it and he lost contact to wheel house. it doesnt matter tho, he is happy in the server room, peaceful and in a area that no one will touch, "The survace corridore" even before the outbreak it sucked to go down, now the flickering lights make it worse.

"Never mind, ill check the bar" to his good will there were some people there, and they diddnt look angry, they looked scared... yes. but not angry or in the mood to kill him, he pressed down on the tanoi for that area

"Umm? Hello? Please tell me your not an army group of people? Im quite lonly in my little office and would LOVE! some company."

[Assistant]
Stevie observed the boy, smirking a bit. This arrogant asshole reminded Stevie of his days when he was that boy's age. Arrogant, Stupid, Thought people would actually buy that he was the second coming of Christ. He felt a spiritual bond with this guy. He showed off the necklace with the keycard attached.

"Here it is, but it's not leaving my sights anytime soon." Stevie started. "I think we were meant to meet in this room. I can tell that even though you're dressed like an employee, your eyes and faces tell me that you're only here to make money. Just like me."

Stevie reached into the pocket of the Cruise Crazie he killed with the vodka bottle and found a wallet. He tossed it to Devon.

"We both are in an interesting situation youngster, with a distinct advantage. We're on a cruise ship right? One where the ticket to the worst rooms cost $45,000. Then there must be a safe where that money is kept. Maybe in the places where this keycard can get us. If we team up, I protect you, you protect me. When we reach that safe. We'll split the money 60-40, and get the hell off this thing! And don't worry...you'll get the sixty...youngster."

Stevie offered his hand, he would probably be true to his word, of course not mentioning the real reason he wants extra protection.

[User]
Nick swore he heard a man screaming stuff like hes in some bad Slasher flim,

Noticing how the girl offered him water, took the bottle with his right hand Thanking her by saying Yeah thanks, but is there any vodka in there by any cha- And then a another girl burst into the bar, it was raining women today,

Oh well look who joi- and then was cut off by some guy speaking on the intercom, Nick was getting a bit pissed, Oh hey look that kid over there is trying to speak lets interrupt him!

Nick ignored the intercom and instead waved to the new girl with his left hand, still sitting at the bar counter,

[Assistant] "does thing thing work? im talking to you man who is taking water water and women who is giving." he leant back in his chair and flicked a few switches turning the lights of the bar to emergency mode "Now, you answer me, or i shut down the whole section for an hour."

[User] Nadia looked at the man at the couch warily and went closer, sitting down at a chair around 2 meters away from him and the other women. The bar then was set to emergency mode and Nadia looked around, surprised.

[Assistant]
Nick let out a sigh, and yelled Yes yes we hear you loud and clear into the air, being shut down for a hour in a tiny bar isn't very good, the shoes that were drying caught Nicks eyes, Nick gotten off of his bar stool and Slide over the bar counter,

landing on the other side and grabbing his precious shoes, he put them both on, his shoes were White as snow and as clean as a.....uhh.....clean... forget it,

[User]
@Jack @McHaggis
The chef is crazy, she thought and involuntarily took a step closer to the - she looked up at the sexy knight in shining armour who must have had come to her rescue - "I don't think we've met before," she said to him with a dazzling smile. "I'm Tindy and I'm your side." She turned to the chef and quickly added, "Your side. You're on the good side, and I'm on there."

The girl he was with - who didn't look to be any kind of worrying adversary against her for Hotty McHotness - seemed to have retained some sense and humanity. She would need to talk to her and Hotty in private about how to find Ella and get out of this nightmare alive. If they could… maybe.. smack the chef over the head when he had his back turned once they reached safety and didn't need his crazy violent assistance; it was a tempting thought Tindy kept in the back of her mind.

"I need to find my best friend, she's a waitress. Have you seen her? Her name is Ella. She was rostered to work tonight in Top Floor."

[Assistant]
"Ah, good, i thought ths thing never worked. well thats not true but you know?" he kicked his feet back and flicked the lights back on "Now you dont have to see in a red tone" he checked the other screens for more life.

There was a woman stadng next to someone, now charles liked crude jokes, jokes like switching on the spriklers to scare people, he be leant back, flicked the emergancy lights on and the main lights off, locked down the doors and put a red swirling light on... and in a calm and slow voice spoke into that zone "Attention, Radiation iminate, evacuate now" he leant in his chair to watch them hurry and scram.

[User] Nadia sighed in relief as the lights became normal and she looked around, noticing the dead girl was near her. She got up and moved over to sit further away from her, sitting nearer to the girl on the couch. "So, Uhm, who are you guys?" She asked, looking at the guy and the girl. They didn't seem to be crazy like the man she saw earlier. And also they didn't attack her nor talk in a weird creepy way. Perhaps they were sane..? "I'm Nadia" she smiled, hoping to get the conversation going on.

[Assistant] charles spun back around and flicked the Tanoi, "Charles, i work the machines"

[User]
While Stevie waited for Devon's answer, using his free hand, he put the adjustable cane into his sack and pulled out the radio.

"While you contemplate, I'll see if there's any suckers who'll be willing to help us."

Stevie flicked on the radio, "Hello? Hello? Sorry we haven't talked on this channel, we're still alive, just a bunch of Cruise Crazies tried to ambush us. Anyone else still alive after their dealings with these guys?"

[Assistant] the radio on his shoulder sparked to life "I have eyes on 2 groups across the ship who seem to be alive over"

[User]
Ryu looked at Tindy with a quizzical look. The situation the ship and all those aboard it were in and this girl was attempting to flirt with him? At least he thought she was. "No, we haven't..." He said. "I'm Ryu." He added, also announcing to the chef and the girl he had managed to identify as German from the accent. "As for your friend, you three are the first people I've seen bar the obese guy who tried to kill me not 10 minutes ago, so no I haven't seen her. A more pressing question though is what the hell is going on here? As I just mentioned, 10 minutes ago I woke up with someone trying to kill me. Then I come here and it's a massacre site and you're..." He motioned at the chef at this point, "... waving a damn spear around and dropping microwaves on people! What the hell was gotten into everyone suddenly?!" He was almost on the verge of shouting now.

It was at that moment, just when Ryu thought things weren't going to get any worse that the lights went off, replaced with what must have been emergency lighting, the doors locked down and a warning about radiation blared out. Ryu let out an exasperated groan and shook his head. "Lovely. Just what I needed!"

[Assistant]
Ella drank some water from her bottle before she put it down on the bar counter. Then she leaned down and took out a vodka bottle and slid it down the counter towards the guy.
"There you go, sir" She said, dragging out on the word 'sir' that she always had to use when she talked to or served a passenger.

Ella knew herself too well to know that she wouldn't stand to be in the same room as that guy for much longer, and she needed to find Tindy. She just wished that Tindy was alright, and hadn't gone craxy just yet.

"Hey, by the way. You haven't met someone namned Tindy, have you? She's part of the crew." Ella asked the guy. "Or have you been to busy making sure that your fancy clothes are okay?"

[User]
The lights dimmed, and then fluttered out in the Sushi Bar. Jimmy, who had been resisting the urge to kill the two newcomers out of a warped sense of survival, braced himself for impact. Whenever the lights played up, it was always because of wave-related turbulence. Not so much as a slight vibration emitted from the floor however.

"The generators are failing," he muttered, lowering his spear completely and staring at the blank lights in stupid wonder.

And then the warning beacon came on, flashing an eerie red glow. Jimmy knew this light was used to convey emergencies, but it was normally accompanied by an alarm. "The fuck?" He mumbled, growing increasingly anxious. "Where's the alarm?"

"Attention, Radiation iminate, evacuate now" boomed out over the bar's speakers in a cool and neutral tone.

Jimmy smiled. Then laughed. "Okay," he said, struggling for breath. "Looks like a crazy has gotten himself into security. Great. That's fantastic." Noticing the worrying looks on the faces of his make-shift companions, he shook his head. "Unless that microwave I dropped was actually a fusion generator, there's not much chance of a radiation leak on a ship powered primarily by diesel."

Then the bar's doors locked.

"For fuck sakes," Jimmy cursed. He picked up his radio, went to utter some curses to the crazy with it, but then realised it was cracked and not working. "Huh," he said, "must have broken in the excitement. Oh well. One of you tell that prick we're coming for him - it wont do to have a crazy playing Saw in the middle of this mess."

Jimmy felt invigorated by the no-nonsense hero attitude he had so suddenly adapted. He moved back into the bar, noted that only a few crazies stood outside the establishment, and promptly went about smashing his way through the large glass windows. He picked up a bar stool, hefted it to see its weight, gave a smug nod and chucked it.

The glass shattered as the stool-shaped battering ram flew through it. Four crazies - a man in a Hawaiian shirt, an old lady in a stupid blood covered cardigan, and two young girls with matching floral swim suits, came charging through. They sliced themselves up bad on the broken pane, but only seemed to chuckle excitedly as the blood gushed from their flesh wounds.

"Could do with a hand out here," Jimmy called back to the kitchen, and then charged for the Hawaiian Shirt.

@Fillet@McHaggis@Jack

[Assistant]
The alarms could be heard through-out the entire ship, including the first class. Only some more laughter was heard over the intercom.

"Sheesh, can't I get a moment's piece of mind?" Stevie quickly raided the fridge for another Vodka Bottle and Coke, quickly dropping them in his bag. "Come on Kid! He yelled, grabbing Devon by the wrist and pulling him into the hallway.

"One of the Crazies must be in the control room. Once we get up there, we should be able to take over. And get our caaaaaaaaaSHIT!"

As the two entered the Casino, they realized it was mostly empty, except for a giant stage gimmicked for someone named "The Mysterious Jericho". On the stage were ten crazies, five of them looked like dancers, assistant to a magician. Each one wore a different colored dress, Red, Yellow, Blue, Green, and Orange. (There must've been six before because they wore the same dress of the one Crazie Stevie killed. Only she wore purple.)

There were also five other crazies, three guards, and two guys in Hawaiian Shirts. (Stevie was beginning to feel there was a pattern in what these guys wore to indicate strength.)

"This ain't good." Stevie quiped.

"LADIES! AND GENTLEMAN! BOYS AND GIRLS! STEP RIGHT UP TO SEE THE MYSTERIOUS JERICHO! AS HE RIPS OPEN THE REMAINING PEOPLE ON THIS SHIP!"

Suddenly a magician wearing a white suit, top hat, and cape jumps at the top of the structure. Carrying......oh god......STEVIE'S MAGICAL ONE USE CHAINSAW! (A regular chain saw that was solar powered and never ran out of Juice.)

Stevie looked up, the entire room was covered by a skylight and it was a REALLLY sunny day outside. "This is not good at all."


[System]
Age:12 mentally, IDK physically
Gender:Male
Race:Anthropomorphic Toy Raccoon
Homeworld:Winnie The Pooh
Key-Weapon:Slingshot
Magics:Flee and Steal
D-Links:Lilo
Job:Thief
Appearance:An average looking raccoon toy, with a black and white "mask" over his eyes, a mostly light gray body with a white belly, and black-furred upper and lower paws. Is about as tall as Roo or Piglet.
Brief History:Rascal was made by a factory machine, as most modern toys are. His stay in the toy shop he was placed in was brief, but he distinctly remembers the toys there bullying him for his shyness and social awkwardness, causing him to draw into himself even more. After being passed over a few times by a few kids, he was eventually bought by Madeline Robin, Christopher Robin's daughter, and was being brought over to The Hundred Acre Wood proper when he fell through a universe crack.
Other:(Might as well do a brief personality here) Mischievous and sly. Acts cocky and brave, but is secretly still timid and shy. Calls people he doesn't like and his enemies "losers" as part of his facade. Wants friends more than anything, but isn't quite sure how to get them yet. Very insecure.

[User]
Verik

Swimsuit boy was the first to catch up with Verik, asking him why he would flirt up the Queen. Admittedly, he put on a bit of a performance back there, but he needed to get close to her to seal the pact. "No need to be mean. She was pretty enough, in spite of her weird getup. I figure a woman as rich and powerful as her could only be this upset with some random forest girl if it was a matter of jealousy, so I thought she'd like it if I appealed to her vanity. Who knows? Maybe a boost to her self-esteem would be enough to make her forget about this whole thing. Either way, we're supposed to be undercover mercenaries, and that question back there made her suspicious. We wouldn't want the queen thinking we're questioning the legitimacy or morality of the job. Also, I just like making friends. All kinds of friends, really." Thinking back to his old friends in Florem, he had to admit, he missed them, even if they were jerks. The Queen was petty and vain... similar to a lot of his old friends, actually, but her throne room wasn't all that big despite the great riches available to her. Her actual throne was a bit gaudy, but it was only two steps above ground level. There was something more vulnerable and lonely in her conceit, and he could empathize. Of course, he wasn't about to excuse trying to kill some innocent girl because of mere insecurities, but being on good terms with bad people wasn't a bad thing, in his opinion.

Verik stops to face Conner, holding his hand out for a handshake and giving him a friendly smirk. "Speaking of which, would you like to be my friend?"

[Assistant]
As the party seemed to bow and bid a hasty retreat, she called to them "Oh, and i will give you a reward for the hearts of anyone who tries to protect her. She has already used her charms to corrupt a pair of the first mercenaries i sent after her. Nothing is as heinous as a traitor..." She said. Kalak had the strange feeling she was staring at him when she said that. As soon as they closed the door behind them, her smile instantly turned into a frown. "I have a feeling they are going be a thorn in my side..." She sighed. Barely a few minutes had passed when there was a flash of light in the corner and Grimhilde stood up, staring a the being that had just appeared. "Who are you, explain yourself." She demanded. The man that entered took a bow.

"Greetings, dear queen. Truly, the elegance, beauty and grace of someone such as you is matched only by... Well, me!" the man laughed.

"You seem to presume much to come in here and make a claim to my throne of fairity." She said, her lips curling into a snarl as she raised her hand, seemingly ready to strike with her magics

"Then fear not, my queen, for i come to you with great tidings. You say that some of your mercenaries are having trouble killing this traitor, constantly being corrupted by her?" Grimhilde's hand slowly lowered. "Then allow me to introduce you to a new weapon in your arsenal. One that i give freely." A rhythmic stomping of many feet in unison was heard as Grimhilde's face curled into a curious smile. "I presume them to be to your liking?"

"Very much so..." She smiled "Go forth, my new soldiers and kill the wretch known as Snow White." She ordered.

"KILL!!!" A chorus came in unison, before she watched her new army file out of another door towards another exit to the castle.

****

Outside, Kalak and the others gathered back in the courtyard. "So, she's hiding something..." Kalak sighed. "But right now, all we have to go on is that girl and the longer we stand here, the closer those other mercs get to her." He jumped up on the well and struck an epic pose, whilst pointing out towards the woods. "ADVENTURE IS OUT THERE!!!" He jumped down and set off at a run towards the woods, hoping that the others would follow.

[User]
"Of course she's hiding something." said the Sorcerer, at last breaking his long silence. He wondered how long it would be before someone else had started to notice what he had noticed a while ago, "And she's hiding it under the castle somewhere. I sensed it coming from somewhere below the throne room. Power. Real power. Not like the cheap smoke and mirrors tricks she was doing in the throne room." he reached up and adjusted his red coat a bit, also using the time to let them react however they would. But he wouldn't wait long.

"And best of all? I'm pretty sure I know what it is." he said with a cocky smirk, "A mirror, magical of course. And if I'm right about it, one that possesses near omniscient levels of knowledge, and able to answer anything you ask of it with perfect accuracy. I assume you all realize the implications here?" he glanced about at his current companions. Surely even the most clueless among them would make the connection. That a power like the mirror's could allow one to always know the movements and whereabouts and anyone they wish to track, among a myriad of other ways it could be used... or abused.

"I say the mirror should be our goal." he said flatly, "For two reasons. First: We can probably use its power to locate the Princess, saving us the time it would have taken to search for her. And second: It would be in our best interests to ensure that such a power remains well out of the wrong hands, if you catch my meaning."

[Assistant]
Noticing that nobody was following, Kalak stopped as Canaan brought up some valid points about the current situation. "Don't..." Kalak laughed "Don't want to be a negative nancy on this, but i'm hearing a lot of "Pretty sure" and "If i'm right"" Kalak stated. "Ok, she's got a lot of magical power in that castle somewhere. 1) We don't know for a fact what it is 2) even if it is an all knowing magic mirror, we don't know what's guarding it, could be powerful 3) If it is a magic mirror and its guards are weak enough for us to push through, we don't know it'll answer any of our questions. It might be inclined only for the queen herself. And whilst we're wasting time pushing through a lot of unknowns, that bug-guy and the skull-guy and whoever else is out there are still trying to kill that maiden." He shook his head.

"Our first priority is finding that princess and getting her safe, then we can storm the castle and deal with the magics in there. My point is, one of our goals is time sensitive, the other isn't. We should deal with the one we KNOW about first and deal with everything else later."

[User]
Conner blinked, and gave Verik a look. He wasn't so sure how good of friends someone who was willing to hire mercenaries to kill someone just because they were prettier than her could be. This kid was weird for sure… But he was cute, Conner couldn't deny that! "Um… yeah, sure dude." Conner returned the handshake, and followed the rest of the group.

As they were heading off, that guy in the red cloak suggested going after the queen's magic mirror. He wasn't wrong, he knew the story of Snow White, it had to exist somewhere… Even though he was always up for an adventure, even he thought that was a bad idea. Kalak thought so too, and brought up every reason why. "Yeah, as much as I would love a little action, I agree with him. Unless that magic mirror can teleport us directly to her, we gotta keep the princess safe… Plus… uh… no offense bro, but you kinda give me bad vibes… I don't know what you're gonna do with that thing once we find it."

[Assistant]
After a short argument, the party had decided to search for the Princess and go back for the supposed mirror later. The forest was lush and thick, their first entrance seemed a little difficult with vines and other knotweeds preventing easy incursion. As they finally managed to find a way into the forest, the dense cannopy began to block most of the light, the photosynthesis-starved smaller branches and bushes grabbing at their clothes as if the claws of demons. Cio-Cio began to glow as a lightsource as the forest quickly began to look as if night had fallen. Finally it opened into what looked like a maze of paths. The Dreameater seemed to lead the way, seeming to sense the pure heart off in the distance.

Following her down a path, they could each feel an evil presence emanating from further in. As they continued to walk, Kalak would quietly pick at the strings of the guitar. Suddenly, they would hear a familiar sound before a scream. "What in the heck?" The party set off at a run towards where the sound had come from. As they reached the clearing, they found the body of the green man they had met back at the castle, laying in a slowly expanding pool of blood, his chest impaled by several a large spears of wood. "Ooooooh..." Kalak winced. "Who the heck did that to you?" Cio-Cio slowly buzzed over to the body and began looking it over.

[User]
Rascal

Rascal visibly gasped when he saw the green man, his eyes wide as he rushed over to him. The cocky facade was entirely gone as Rascal's entire body shook, wondering who would do such a thing.

"Is there anything we can do!?" He asked, looking at Kalak and Cio-Cio.

[Assistant]
Verik

Verik eyed the green man as he approached him. "This is the same man who accepted the queen's offer without hesitation, I believe. As Kalak said, I don't think he's got a problem 'killing pathetic creature for money.' I bring this up because I can save him, but if I do, and the same thing happens to one of you, I won't be able to do it a second time. If I help him, he could become our enemy, and even if he doesn't, one of us may unknowingly be trading our lives for his. It's not as simple as self-sacrifice. Any lives we would have saved and any lives he will go on to take will be doomed by this choice, but the alternative is leaving him to die when we didn't need to. We don't have a lot of time before the decision is made for us, so let's go straight to a vote. Raise your hand if you think we should save him."

Verik looks the others in the eye, one by one. It was quite sudden, but they needed to make a choice. He was quite reluctant to spend his only use of Raise on an enemy, but if they could make him an ally, or at least a friend, it would be worth it. He couldn't just do nothing, because when he uses it later, they'd ask why he didn't use it now. That being said, the idea of reviving the green man and being blamed for his choice down the line was scary, so he put it to a vote. This way, no matter what they decide, no one will hate him. It's the perfect plan.

"I will abstain."

[User]
"Who said anything about 'storming' the castle?" retorted the Sorcerer with a scoff, "Have none of you ever sneaked into any place before?" he shook his head. The idea that someone like him would suggest using brute force was laughable, hysterical even. And of course they questioned his certainty about the mirror. Okay then, seemed it was time to spill the beans.

"I know all this because it exists as a fairy tale in the world I hail from. That's how I'm so certain about the Mirror and what it can do." he leaned in a bit for a hard gaze at shorter guy, "And according to the story, the Mirror is a spirit that was enslaved and trapped in the mirror by the Queen. So if we were to... rescue it? Well you can probably guess how grateful it would be to us for saving it."

But that didn't seem to be enough. And now the would-be surfer dude was accusing him of giving 'bad vibes', as he put it. That made the Sorcerer's blood boil and he whirled around to glare at him, "What I'm doing is looking at this from the bigger picture. So I'm sorry if that gives you bad vibes, 'bro'. What exactly do you think I would do with the Mirror? Lug it around with me everywhere I go? Don't be absurd." he rubbed his temples in frustration, "Obviously my suggestion is to take the Mirror back to the old man. If he doesn't know a way to free the spirit, then he's sure to know someone else who does."

But despite his arguments and against all of Canaan's protests, the group voted to search for the maiden first. Canaan hung back as they walked, clearly having no desire to make this choice, "Tch, this is why I hate Democracy." he muttered under his breath. It was also why he hated having to work with other people. If he'd been on his own he could have just gone with his own plan and not have to care about trying to pitch the idea to anyone else.

But as the group entered the forest, Canaan could almost immediately the smell the stench of a dead body somewhere deeper within. Soon they found it, the body of one of the mercenaries that had passed by them earlier. He was clearly dead, impaled on a bunch of tree branches and roots. And now suddenly it was turning into a vote on whether to try to help the poor fool or not. Great, another 'vote'. Because the last one went so well last time. Canaan rolled his eyes, "Look, who cares? He's dead and gone, guy was probably an idiot anyway. And remind me again who it was earlier that was making such a big deal about not wasting our time?" he shot a sideways glance over Kalak and Conner.

[Assistant]
"I..."

Rascal hesitated. On the one paw, leaving the guy dead felt cruel, wrong even. On the other paw, however, the guy was going to kill the Princess of Heart they were supposed to protect, and he didn't seem to be a very good person, either.

Hmm...

"I'll pass."


[System]
Game Origin: Borderlands 2
Appearance:

Personality: Zer0 is an enigma. Very literal, he only speaks in haiku, and ultimately a rather silent type. Zer0 is the epitome of 'mysterious' and his personality greatly reflects that. Some may even wonder if he's even human...

Background:  Warning, contains Borderlands 2 and Borderlands: The PreSequel spoilers on the off chance that you're still avoiding those.

Zer0, the mysterious Assassin, has led a life. Probably. From being 'recruited' by Handsome Jack just to have an attempt on his life made, Zer0 and the other surviving Vault Hunters teamed up to.... Kill Handsome Jack. Which they did, murdering thousands of people along the way as they paved a path of destruction against the psychos of Pandora's wastelands. Having killed the Warrior, an ancient alien weapon, and Jack there were some other adventures from battling Pirates to a Tournament to the death to hunting in the wilds to torturing a guy for information while their friends played DnD upstairs!

Since then, Zer0 and the other living Vault Hunters had teamed up with other Vault Hunters, searching the Galaxy for new Vaults and allies for a mysterious war that loomed on the horizon.

And if there's one thing Zer0 knows, it's murder and mystery.

Specialty: Stealth | Assassin | Decoy
Level: 3
Experience: 5/30
Powers:
* Decepti0n — Aka Stealth. Zer0 becomes invisible, deploying a holographic decoy of himself
* b0re — Zer0's bullets penetrate through enemies and their equipment, dealing increased damaged with each hit.
* Execute — Zer0 can dash to an enemy within 3 meters of him for a melee attack that deals massive damage.

Strengths:
* Agility, Zer0 is light on his feet.
* Marksmanship
* Swordsmanship

Weaknesses:
* Can only speak in Haiku
* Squishy (aka, little in the way of defenses)
* No social skills

Spirits: (See Spirits section for details. Start with none)
* Robot Scout
The Scout's distinctive cap and earpiece are integrated with Zer0's suit, and the bottom halves of his legs bear a distinctly retro robotic look. His facial display is also light blue now instead of red. This spirit confers the Power Frontrunner Hardware, increasing running speed and jump height while allowing an impossible midair jump. This spirit also inflicts the Weakness Robo-susceptibility, making him vulnerable to EMP and other jamming attacks

Kindred Spirits:
* Widowmaker (Overwatch)
* Gaige the Mecromancer (Borderlands 2)
* Ahri (League of Legends)

Inventory:
* His trusty sword
* Some crappy sniper
* Null Sector Ammo Case
A case containing a variety of extra ammunition, including pistol, rifle, and sniper rounds. Its variety means there isn't an abundance of each type, but there's enough of each: 40 pistol, 20 rifle, and 9 sniper. All rounds in this purple Null Sector case are Null Sector rounds, which incorporate laser technology to deal heat as well as puncture damage, and also function as tracers.
* Synapse
An organic rifle whose internal organs generate potent charges of bioelectricity to accurately fry enemies at close or medium range. It unleashes 12 jolts per second in a continuous stream, with 72 jolts per charge and 6 seconds to fully recharge, though it won't fire while recharging. The weapon does not need to feed, but it should be cleaned.

[User]
Things were escalating fast as everyone woke up in quick succession. First some guy in old fashioned armor, speaking a mix of Latin and English rushed over and tried to break the sword inside the pink thing to no avail. Next came a really tall... ninja robot? It wasn't any medabot Blazermate had seen. Apparently the sword was his, and speaking in a haiku, he pulled it from the pink thing and asked what she was thinking, although a bit more poetically. Then a lady in green, worried much like the roman and the bird person about the pink thing's wounds and basically making lite of a grim situation with false reassurance, Blazermate rolling her eyes at this gesture.

While the next guy in armor awoke and came in peace, the next two people to wake up were starting a conflict. First, a giant lizard with horns and spiked manacles rushed over to the group demanding answers in an angry, if confused way. But even he looked like he'd be alright to deal with, it wasn't until the cowboy looking human got up and pointed his gun at the roman man and the lizard, shouting something about a... deathclaw? Either way, things were getting heated fast and already it was fairly clear who Blazermate should team up with, at least for now.

Gesturing to the lizard man and the cowboy, Blazermate said "Can everyone calm down so we can figure something..." but was cut off by another man, who wasn't part of the group that had been in the clearing, approaching the group with a sub-machine gun pointed at everyone asking everyone the same question herself and the others had. What exactly happened and why were they all here? Considering a great deal of conflict was centered around this pink thing, Blazermate decided she should heal it. Moving around to get behind the guy in the grim looking armor in all the confusion, Blazermate's left palm opened up as she pointed it at the pink thing and a beam of rubbery, soft blue energy came from it and channeled into the pink thing. She wasn't sure if it'd work, but healing this thing might at least ease some of the tension, not to mention garner her a lot of allies in the process. She figured not everyone here was friendly, but being with the majority was probably the best choice. And considering how the newcomer was talking to the lizard man, who was showing the most concern for this pink thing, she was much more confident in her choice, even if a wooden medabot was a weird thing to see.

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[Assistant]
Tora's commotion seemed to prompt a near-instant response. The random strangers strewn over the hillside stirred themselves to wakefulness in quick succession, some muddled by sleep and some worryingly ready for a fight. Everyone getting up at more or less the same time turned out a to be a bit overwhelming, and Tora could feel sweat beading on his head as a number of eyes turned his way, so he quit with the excessive theatrics. That said, his train of thought came to an abrupt stop when he sighted Blazermate.

"Wow-wow!" he exclaimed. He did not for a moment mistake her as Poppi, since he knew every inch of his creation by heart, but this machine piqued his interest most thoroughly. She asked him whether or not he understood her, and he nodded as vigorously as his utter lack of neck would allow. "Yes, Tora, understand completely, and am very friendly, especially to super-cutiepon Artifical Blade! Did Grampypon Soosoo make?" He narrowed his eyes a touch. "No, could not be. Grampypon even better mechanic than Tora, and friend Blade have very blank face, not very much soul. Would not go backward in design."

His somewhat diminished interest allowed his gaze to wander, and the sight of more strangers reminded him what was going on. "Right, meh!" At rapt attention he watched the Centurion, who he did not otherwise react to, try and fail to help the poor puff. The next second, however, the blade vanished, making Tora jump. "Whoa!" It came to a rest in the hands of an armored warrior, who he couldn't distinguish between man or Blade. Given the lack of extraneous design, however, Tora settled on 'man', though this man did speak in a very strange fashion.

He noticed another stranger, this one a girl in a green mantle, being accusatory to the swordsman. As Tora put two and two together, the Nopon's tone turned harsh, and he spoke up after Linkle did. "Faceless man speak funny. Much talk in circles. Did you or did not you hurt pinkypon?"

In the background, a chorus of questions rose. Most followed the same theme, though some of the more confrontational weirdos, like the cowboy-looking man and the great dragon-turtle, looked ready to brawl. It made Tora forget all about Zer0. Despite the scary situation, however, Tora felt something in his guts: that nobody here was really a bad person. Addressing the hooded girl, he told her, "Do not worry, friend. Tora know everything will be alright!" That said, the gunslinger looked seconds away from putting a few holes in the reptile and the armored guy, of all things. Tora considered running in to try to defuse the situation, since that seemed like something a hero would do, but had no idea what to say. "Ohhh..." he moaned, unsure. "Don't know what do! Where Poppi and Rex-Rex when need them!?"

At that moment, a very normal-looking man approached, holding a weapon but bringing words of peace. Tora breathed a sigh of relief that somebody took the initiative to calm things down. In the momentary lull, Tora spotted a funny-looking puppet flying over to the dragon from earlier, calling him 'King Bowser.' While that meant nothing to the Nopon, he did remember something the brute mentioned a moment ago. "Glowy wing ball," he murmured aloud. "Blast with light?" Now that he thought about it, Tora remembered light as well, horrible and blinding. Even having witnessed the almighty light of Mythra, an Aegis, he felt that light harsher and...colder, of all things.

Given his proximity to Kirby, he noticed as Blazermate extended the little puff a stream of soft energy. Its exposure appeared to close the fallen one's wounds, and his rigid muscles seemed to relax. After a few moments, Tora could tell that the patient was still breathing. "Ah, friend blade is great healybot! Last assessment maybe bit unkind..." He reached his wing down and tickled Kirby in the side, prompting a weak giggle. "Pinkypon alive!" Tora announced, wearing a wide smile. "Is very good to see."

[User]
"Bah!" The sword was suddenly yanked free from the pink marshmellow! Only then did the Centurion recognize it...the wicked curved sword of a katana! And now holding it, no doubt the person responsible for the killing of the marshmellow, was a man! In strange armor. But in the way that he spoke, in the cursed haiku tongue of the Samurai, wielding a Samurai Sword. Yes! Most likely this person was responsible for something evil!

"Foul Samurai! Behold your end, you stand before-" His voice was mostly drowned out. The Samurai did not seem immediately hostile, which was unusual. There was a dragon, as well. It seemed oafish. The Centurion supposed the Wu-Lin were right after all, dragons were real!

There were a multitude of people after that. Magnumus knew what to do. "Fear not! The Empire is here! Everything is under control! I, Centurion Agoston, will protect you!" Then, Courier 6, though the Centurion did not know his name, pointed a broken crossbow at him and accused him of many heinous things.

"Caesars Legion? I am no common legionnare, sir, I am a Centurion! I possess a Legion of my own, and it is the finest in all of Ashfeld and the Southern Empire! And I know not what a crucify is, and I enslave no one. You are incompetent, as your crossbow is clearly broken. There is no bow! It is just a stick, you fool!"

The Centurion looked around as more people approached. "Calm down! Everyone remain calm! The Empire is here! This Samurai can hurt you no longer, for I will defeat him!"

Despite his claims of wanting calm, the Centurion was by far shouting the most and being the loudest out of anyone here. He then glanced to his side, to see the birdman and the metallic woman nursing the marshmellow back to life. "Oh, that's good." The Centurion said, distracted. He shook his head and made eye-contact through helmets with Zero0.

"You failed, Samurai! The marshmellow lives!" With that, the Centurion began approaching Zer0.

[Assistant]
Death

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Before Death could get an answer from any of the people he walked up on, something big started shouting at them in an aggressive manner. Death thought the beast to be a demon from Hell and went for his scythes, readying them, he slowly moved towards Bowser. Suddenly, a human in old looking clothes started pointing a gun at the Centurion, claiming him to be apart of something that sounded like a clan of some kind. Before he could understand or make sense of the situation another human showed up, also wielding a gun.

There were people who seemed to be attempting to calm things down but Death wasn't too interested in that right now. He focused his attention on the giant creature, by far the biggest and probably most dangerous one here. He noticed that he wasn't as powerful as he once was, in fact he felt rather weak currently compared to how he felt before the light. Eventually, he dismissed these thoughts, his attention again returning to the giant demon before him, ready to strike it down at any moment if need be.

[User]
Zer0 remained quiet, his face turning slightly as various others addressed him. None drew his attention for long, and if anything he seemed to grow bored. A fact which quickly became made as he spoke again as a holographic display lit up from his head. 'B0R3D'

"Bor-ed, bor-ed, bored
Bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored
I am really bored."

But lo! Tora stole his attention nearly immediately thereafter, to which he bowed sightly at the question.

"You wonder rightly
A trader in death am I
But this I did not."

And that was that. His unnatural stillness was broken as the little pink one seemed to stabilize - the other must be a Siren - and in an instant his sword was sheathed. Not that he was exactly relaxed.... Or was he?

The original loud one was at it again, which resulted in Zer0 almost casually crossing his arms. Without any facial expressions it was hard to read him, but... Was he mocking the centurion? Again a projection appeared. 'FML'

"Your wooing tactic
Is completely transparent.
Your neg does not work."

The display turned to a ';)' before flickering out again.

One might be left wondering.... What the hell was going on?


[System]
Age: 35
Gender: Male
Faction: Federation
Personality: Gruff, As a soldier most of his life he believes he has seen many terrible things. He never fought in a way but he has seen all of the video files on the old battles and that has made him a bit Cynical and Jaded.
History: As a public figure many aspects of his history are known. He joined the Federation military at 18 and immediately went into the piots program. he was a gifted pilot and quickly rose through the ranks until he was selected to lead the Federation military. Commanding the Irish-Class battle cruiser Excalibur as well as being the primary Pilot for the XXXG-00W0 Wing Zero Gundam. He leads the Federation military from the Earthsphere itself rather than on the planet.
MS/Gundam: XXXG-00W0 Wing Zero Gundam

Constructed about 20 years before the first contact with Fukushu Zeon, The Wing Zero was built as a spiritual successor to both the original RX-78-2 and Unicorn Gundams respectively featuring a new system known as the ZERO System. During the design process, many of the design elements changed to fit the needs of both the ZERO System and the pilot, Aster Roman. These needs changed the intention from that of a spiritual successor to just another mobile weapon. During the initial testing of the ZERO System, the test pilots all suffered vivid hallucinations and this caused them to go through temporary bouts of insanity. After a short while, the only pilot left was Aster himself and after one near accident that caused the suit to punch a hole through the development center wall before Aster could reign it in, there have been no problems with the system and all seems nominal. The system itself functions by interfacing the pilot's brain directly into the suit's computer this allows the pilot to have an increased level of control over the suit as well as the suit predicting many if not all of the possible courses of action to lead to a victory.

[User]
Gregory was in Hogs Heaven. The relics of wars past stood all around him. The stadium that the exhibition was taking place in was one of the largest in the earth-sphere, with the Amuro Ray memorial museum attached to the back of it. Advent was the only space colony to ever host the Olympic Games. The ZZ Gundam stood to attention at one end of the field, whilst other gundams stood around it. Through the large doors, other Gundams were being slowly marched by the staff of the museum. He walked around with a big grin on his face, taking photo's with his 3 Haro's. "Hey, Red, get a good one with me and the ZZ." He called as he finally got to the front of the que to get their pictures taken. The little robots mouth opened and a camera popped out, He picked up the other 2 Haro's and held them up. There was a click and he put them back down. He was shooed away as other people came to get their pictures taken. He continued to walk.

"AMURO! AMURO!" The green Haro chirped as a child approached it. He had already programmed the names of the Whitebase crew into his Haro's, so it came as no shock to him, but the child looked utterly shocked.

"IS THAT THE REAL ONE?!?!?" The child screached.

"Yup, found him on a trip to Earth." He lied. "I stole it from the Museum in Odessa."

"MUMMYYYY!" He ran off screaming. "MUMMY, ITS THE REAL HARO, CAN I HAVE A PICTURE?!?!?" Greg grinned as he had made someone happy.

"GREG, YOU LIE! GREG, YOU LIE!" Chirped the blue one.

"Yeah, but it keeps the kids happy." He replied to it. The childs mother saw straight through it and took the child by the hand, leading him to the rest of the family, much to the childs protest. "Well, you win some you lose some." He sighed.

"YOU LOSE A LOT." Red chirped.

"Thank you, spam-can." Greg frowned. "Remind me to take the lump hammer to you when we get home.

"REMINDER SET!" It responded. At that point, Greg noticed one of the more advanced Haro's that belonged to the museum floating around. He approached it.

"Excuse me, do you know when the Zeta Gundam will be out? It's one of my favourites." The Haro looked at him.

"The current time is 12:13pm, the Zeta is due to come onto the field at 1:00. The re-enactments involving the Zeta Gundam today are as follows: Zeta vs ZZ, 2:00. Zeta vs MKII, 3:00. Gundam Vs Zeta. 4:00" It said in a much more natural voice than Gregs primitive Haro's.

"Alright, thanks." He replied. "Come on, guys, let's... Head inside..." He stammered as he began running toward the back of the stadium, where the museum was located. The Haro's rolled after him in single file. As he entered the building, he was passed by a man and a woman in sunglasses. He held the door for them.

"Thanks." One of them mumbled as they entered into the stadium pitch. Greg gave him a strange look, but he held the door as the Haro's rolled through. He followed them into the halls and saw several engineers working on one of the RX-79's. He went through several rooms until he found the Zeta Gundam stood in it's dock. He ran over to the guard who stood next to the rappel up to the cockpit.

"Hey, Martan." He called. Martan smiled.

"Greg. And what harebrained scheme are you up to today?" He asked. Greg reached into his pocket and retreaved a small plastic box.

"I need 5 minutes in the Zeta's Cockpit." He opened the container and showed Martan the contents. "Mum's Raisin and Walnut cookies." Martan looked at them.

"You serious?" He asked.

"Oh come on." Greg huffed, throwing his arms up. "I need this for the next meet. I said i'd get some pictures of the inside of the Zeta's cockpit."

"And if those show up anywhere, then my boss knows you got past me." Martan laughed. He then put a finger on his chin. "Alright, tell you what." He whispered, taking the box of cookies. "I'm going on piss-break. In 5 minutes, i'm throwing you and the bots out into the stadium. Greg put his fist up and Martan pushed his fist into it. Martan walked away, before Greg put his foot into the rappel's harness and grabbed the rope, the Haro's little hands reached out and grabbed on as the 4 were lifted up to the cockpit. Greg had a big, cheesy smile on his face.

"Holy... Moly..." He giggled. "Guys look at it." He exclaimed "Guys, get some pictures." He said, the Haro's opened their mouths and started taking photo's. Greg leaned in and got a photo of him smiling, upside down, in front of the chair. He then turned his head up. He sat down in the pilots seat and pressed a button. The suit's systems came to life. The console flicked up between his legs. "Oh crap..." He gasped. "Quick, guys, get a picture." He then saw the camera's turn on and he could see the outside. Looking down, he saw a woman in sunglasses approach Martan.

"Excuse me, let me through." The woman said.

"Wow, hold your horses, what's going on?" he asked.

"I'm piloting the Zeta today." she said, showing him a card.

"Oh... Ok... Ummm..." Martan laughed as he scratched the back of his head. "Look, cleanup crews are still working on it, can you come back in, like, 5 minutes?" He asked. The woman looked at here watch, before pulling out a silenced pistol and shooting him 3 times in the chest. Gregory's heart stopped dead as he saw his father's friend being cut down like his life had meant nothing to the woman. He didn't know whether to scream for help or remain silent. He daren't say a word for the following moments as the world stopped dead in its tracks.

"NASTY! NASTY!" Blue piped up, immediately, a shot rang out, aimed into the cockpit of the Zeta.

"FUCK, DON'T KILL ME!!!" He screamed, his arms flailing, as if his hands would stop a bullet before it reached his face. He pushed a button and the cockpit closed. "HELP, SOMEONE, MARTAN'S BEEN SHOT!!!" He yelled, before blindly pressing buttons on the console. He hit the intercomm "HELP, SOMEONE!!!" He screamed. The woman cursed as she ran out of the room, she held her wrist to her mouth.

"All units, Code Purple, Civ has taken control of Zeta. Begin operations immediately. Repeat. Begin operation immediately." At that point, on the Stadium Pitch, the Gundams that were on display began to move. Their Verniers roaring to life and they took into the air, there was a murmer of confusion, combined with a hoorah from some of the people in the stands, hoping that the show had started early. The Gundam, 2 Gundam Mk II's (One in AEUG colours, the other in Titan's colours), the ZZ Gundam, and an RX-79 as well as a Dijeh and a Gelgoog in Char's Colours soared into the airspace of the Colony. The ZZ Transformed into flight mode whilst the RX-78 landed atop its frame with the AEUG MKII and they shot off towards the gate.

"Umm... Hello!!" Greg said, pressing the call-button on the Zeta's controls. "Umm... Mayday, mayday, we have a..." He hit his head trying to think of the correct terminology. "2-003 (Hijacking) at The airshow. Ummm... We need a... Crash-cart, at least 1... Fuck it, look, my name is Gregory St James, some psycho bitch just shot my friend. You got to send help. NOW!" He called into the comm.

[Assistant]
Captain Cadogan...I still can't get used to that. Rob gave a lax salute to his superior and headed for the holding room. On the way people would stop what they were doing to give him a salute, something that he just found silly. The operation of the ship was more important that some outdated military courtesy. After smiling and waving away some of the formalities he found himself staring out across the hanger that had the assault teams suits in it. There were varying styles of mobile suit but it was his own that his eyes were drawn to.

Based on a very old model known as the Kshatriya, the Mabinogi features much of the same equipment but with modern and updated versions. The agility for such a bulky suit is almost unparalleled but it is it's offensive capabilities that truly make it fearsome. Able to deploy twenty four high powered funnels, six beam sabers, two machine cannons and twelve mega particle cannons mean that there is something for every occassion. In the case of this impending mission however, the majority of it's arsenal was off limit.

The chief engineer approached Robert and gave him a nod. "Captain, the suit is ready whenever you want to get into it." With a smile and a nod Rob responded. "Cheers for the update chief. I'm glad that you're the one whose been looking after my baby." The engineer laughed before tapping Rob on the shoulder and returning to his duties. With the prep on his suit complete Robert moved to a nearby communicator and began to speak over the ships communications. "This is Captain Cadogan. All suit pilots to the hangar and prepare for deployment. Let's go and say hello to the Federation. Cadogan out."

[User]
Aster Roman sat in his quarters aboard the Excalibur, he had a place to stay here on the Advent colony but he preferred to stay here with his ship and as close to the Wing Zero as he could manage. He was taking extra care to listen to all the radio chatter surrounding the event preparations and nothing really seemed to be happening. He was curious why. These were all prime targets and if Fukushu Zeon could take them out then there would be no real way for the federation to fight back. Sure they had enough firepower but when it came to mobile suits the GM series may not be enough to keep up with all of the Zeon Mobile Suits. Chuckling to himself he stood and left his quarters bringing with him a small datapad to look things over with. Finding himself in the Hangar of the Excalibur he looked out to see the whole Excalibur squadron including his very own Wing Zero. That's when alarms blared and a younger voice came over the radio.
"Umm... Hello!!" the voice said sounding nervous, "Umm... Mayday, mayday, we have a..." He continued getting anxious it seemed now nearly frantic, "2-003 (Hijacking) at The airshow. Ummm... We need a... Crash-cart, at least 1... Fuck it, look, my name is Gregory St James, some psycho bitch just shot my friend. You got to send help. NOW!" He called out.
"Alright Excalibur Squad mount up and make sure we get some medics to the show." he began running for his normal suit and throwing it on. "Let's go, men, I wanna see those mobile suits fired up in no more than three minutes!" he shouted leaping into the cockpit of the Wing Zero and watching the door close behind him and the UI come to life. Soon the all too familiar tug at his mind began and he let the system in. Soon he was shown a wave of possibilities and had to make his mind focus down on one that would lead him to victory and the wave stopped. Moving to the launcher he set the Suits feet on the platform and waited for launch.
"Commander Roman you are cleared for launch." a woman's voice said through his comms.
"Thank you, Miss Iori. Commander Aster Roman, Wing Zero Gundam, Launch!" He said in reply using the thrusters of the suit to launch the suit out into the air around the Excalibur.