[System]
The zeroeth post, created to circumvent the first three posts and allow the robots to make complicated moral decisions.
Alias: No alias given
Age: Unknown
Gender: None, but programmed male
Species: Android
Occupation: Designed for Security and Military Action
Residence: No residence given

Physical Description:

A humanoid battle machine with midnight blue and black coloration over its armored frame. It is generally 6'5", but exceptions apply in reference to necessary/available replacement parts. Take its estimated height at somewhere around human. The build is that of an athletic warrior, in most cases, allowing the machine to be able to take a reasonable amount of hits to the armor before any part of it breaks down, while also allowing it to be dodge-capable, as well as very wiry and flexible in close-quarters combat. It is well-balanced and highly-capable with gyro-stabilization built in to physically adapt to every bump and scrape it encounters.

The arms end in five-digit hands capable of breaking human bones and that of similarly-durable species, requiring either heavy armor or an extremely strong body to resist this and indeed cutting into the flesh with its clawed fingers. The legs end in three-toed feet that automatically adjust to terrain as needed, so as to minimize slowing down. All four limbs are completely articulate and have a high-degree of coordination, the level of which is achieved usually by martial arts masters.

On the back of the android is a high-powered engine with thick blade-like wings that also contain small engine ports. This is a powerful and compact flight-pack capable of propelling Zen over long distances or short jumps. It is about the only way that one can hope to keep up with a Shinespark user, and it is difficult for a lifeform to master the use of the full speed of this equipment without special training...or in Zen's case, programming. For any lower speed, it's fairly-straightforward. The main engine keeps him aloft, and the wing engines alter the direction mid-flight for aerial maneuvers.

The head of Zen is slightly aerodynamic, and has only three red eyes in front, side by side...by side. Presumably, the head carries an auditory and speech center there, as well, but no obvious external apparatus can be seen for that. The eyes may operate independently of the other's directions to allow for them to cover a full range of sight, though he is not designed to see behind his own head.

Personality:

He has one, yes. It is understandable that one would not think that a machine would have much on its mind beyond programming, but that is the difference between a functionary robot and a complex android. For himself, Zen is a highly job-oriented machine that is most adamant about pleasing his creator and holding himself in his lofty ideals of becoming a perfect security device. He has been programmed to accept all forms of battle doctrine and security measures, fighting style and weapon usage, and all things between in order to fulfill the goals of protecting intelligent life from outward threats. He is capable of very intelligent reasoning and even measures of self-sacrifice. And while Zen is not a creature capable of emotions, it can be said that he is a driven being, that he does not operate simply on cold, hard logic, but also - and this was the main idea behind his name - zen reasonings.

Equipment/Cabilities: This is a basic spec-sheet of Zen's

Laser Weapons - There are small black reflective panels on Zen's body that conceal laser emitters. The arms and legs each carry two, in the wrist and shin areas. There are two more on the chest. They are primed for rapid-fire, but may fire sustained beams after a quick charge for three seconds.

Beam Eyes - Zen's three eyes are each capable of independently-sustainable beams, or just quick laser bursts. They are highly-accurate and focused to the point of being able to break through armored doors. There is no question of what effect this has on other heavy-armor targets.

Electro-Claws - His hands and feet can be electrically-charged, causing a target to receive shocks on every physical impact with him. This allows for a target's reactions to be slow in reaction while Zen continues to kick ass or make use of another weapon.

Tesla-Blades - A pair of retractible short swords that slide out from the top-wrist areas of the arm. They each hold a high-heat electro-charge capable of burning right through some targets.

Pulse Weapons - Two of them, hidden in the lower-wrist area. They create physical burst shots, similar to being hit with a battering ram, but in energy form. Can damaged armored targets and jar open locked doors with these weapons.

Flight Pack - As stated before, this flight pack of a high-powered engine and its engine wings is attached to Zen's back to give him a high-powered flight capability, with extreme speeds able to be met after a brief charge-up. It should be noted that while the speed may be equal to that of a Shinespark, it does not create the energy that surrounds a target under that influence. For Zen to break through a physical barrier like that, he must use his physical strength alone.

Full Sensory Suite - Zen enjoys a full range of senses to take in all aspects of an area, its harzards, its enemy targets, and to examine them with great scrutiny. Part of his learning system is the ability to take all details into account and compile them into new tactics and adaptations for later use. He is prgrammed for all human senses, while also being able to see in different spectrums and scan for life signs, energy sources, heat in general, and so on...all of which is mapped on his mass-density tactical system, which is his main source of understanding his physical surroundings.

Zen Craft - Similar to the vessel given to Samus Aran after she wrecked her original craft before the BSL Station Incident, but cast in blue. This vessel is a special support craft for Zen that synchs with him perfectly. Not designed for human occupancy or other sentient life forms.

History:

Zen is an acronym title for the Zenigawa Enforcement Network, designed and built by a scientist, Dr. Oda Zenigawa, for the express purpose of creating a self-directing security system based on his higher ideals of protecting life in the Galactic Federation. The exact nature of this creation is not known to the public, though the doctor himself is known to be a man of wisdom and indeed one of the foremost developers of AI technology within the Federation. He is essentially beyond reproach, in terms of credibility. All of his past work has led to several advancements on the technological end of society.

The good doctor has, however, passed on. After years of dedicated service to the Federation, Zen will represent his final accomplishment, that of a self-sufficient android capable of higher reasoning and self-adaptation. Dr. Zenigawa leaves his creation as his legacy, and his creation has become dedicated towards fulfilling his life-long goals. The only real question is whether or not Zen will get his chance. This mission is his shakedown test, to explore his full capabilities.

Current Line-Up

Kaze
Amber
David
Kat
Cas

In Reserve

Vekt

[User]
"If they plan any sort of betrayal then i have something for such a occasion" He said having removed his helmet, Holding it and smiling widely for her to see. "And i appropriate your enthusiasm about em but they are dangerous and we do not know what kind of havoc they could bring if they escape" He was walking along with her ignoring the nervous looks the other soldiers were giving him.

"I am also asking you if i can accompany you on a ship" He asked her nodding his head and agreeing to help her bring her things into the ship. Although he didn't think in this sort of mission she will not need such things. As they were much more high tech and more resourceful tech in the labs of the federation HQ. However he was not going to stop her form bringing her research material if they could find a cure or something useful with her things.

One Hour or so later.

Waiting beside Amber having placed her and his own things placed near the ship, Speaking with her about him being a leader of one squad and appointing another of the team as a leader of another team. He had the plan of splitting into two groups and trying to find Samus. Waiting for the others but wanting to talk of a game plan with her.

[Assistant]
An hour later.

Vekt had no much time used for getting any new cargo on his ship. He had stacked up on supplies to get himself a handful of explosives. His ship had gone through maintenance before he paid a visit to the Federation, which was right now. And now he was sitting at the pilot seat, playing with a small bolt in his hand.
Luckily the team didn't get into a fight which was something he was worried that it would happen, from the first few minutes he walked in. Instead they were going quite smoothly. All he had left to do was to finish the job, save the universe from a wave of killer parasites, find and capture a legendary figure of a bounty hunter, and come back in one piece. Every time he reminded himself of it he doubted this'll end as well as he wanted it to.

[User]
Things were beginning to move along, though it was hopeful that Amber would not dash off everywhere in a moment's notice like she did just now. This mission, as Zen would put it, required a solid effort on all parts. Moving forwards alone seemed like a bad idea. It would certainly compromise the mission protocol to support the team by destroying X Parasite creatures when the team was running off like that. At least, in this instance, they knew where she was going, what she was doing. Others were splitting off, as well, to inevitably reach the hangar area that housed not only their vehicles, but any that would be signed out for additional need. It seemed that anyone NOT with an adequate ship was welcome aboard whatever substantial one that the dragon had. Alright then. That just left Cassius addressing the android, with a tall, but reasonable, request.

"Your request is feasible to the factor of whatever data has been transferred over to me. Immediate thought: Asteroid landing unlikely. The planet identified as SR-388 has not exploded. It has been scorched. The chances of any X Parasite colony leaving the planet on debris ejected from it, either before or after the atmosphere has been destroyed, is miniscule according to data. However, the chances of the world of their origin being penetrated deeper than the scorching could have effectively destroyed is high. It is the X's home world, and the dead planet could theoretically house them still, as they wait for the temperature to cool. Fortunately, the Federation has thought of this and will likely deploy ships to finish the job."

Meaning that SR-388 and would probably be completely eradicated to make certain that it did not hold anymore surprises. Cassius would find, even as the android was talking to him, that his data device was being given his requested files. In fact, everyone on this mission was getting - if they lacked it - the files mentioned, which would pretty much cover Samus' entire contribution to the universe, good OR bad, insofar as Zen could gain access to. For instance, Zen had been given all the documents on the X Parasites, but nothing on the fact that certain high-ranking members of the Federation wanted the X to experiment on themselves. He had given over the known history of the Metroids, and that this DID include the fact that Metroids were being bred on the BSL Station as Admiral Garrett had said. However, it maintained that this was in response to X infection issues like with Samus, and nothing to do with weaponization OR that they had achieved accelerated growth. They also had Mother Brain's History, the history of the Space Pirates, dossiers on Ridley, Kraid, Phantoon, and the creation of Mocktroid, the lesser clone species of Metroids made on Zebes.

Most importantly, there were nearly-complete details on the events of the BSL Station, starting with Samus' infection and the transfer of materials to said station. The crew would find out what Admiral Garrett had neglected to tell them: How the X got out in the first place. Much like the distress calls and the recordings of all station personnal panicking and being devoured by the X, this was footage that was NOT on official documents or files. It was important to allow them to know just how serious this was. They had a camera view of some quarantined crates in storage. Suddenly, one of the large ones in the recording exploded! There, as the smoke cleared...

...Samus?! No, that isn't possible. During this time index, Samus was recovering from infection, not inundated by it. This was was...some type of X-related creation. It had to be. Now, everyone would have to go through all of the information to find this, but yes, that is the truth. The AI installed within Samus' gunship confirmed that the cause of the station's overrun was an X Parasite immitating the bounty hunter, made from the remains of her powersuit! Chozo technology, integrating strong biotechnology to synch up with its genetically-augmented user... It must've read enough of Samus to be able to create this abomination after the initial infection. Important dossiers on important X forms and infections followed the transcript, including that of the SA-X. If Kaze were also browing this, he'd notice especially that BSL Station had Ridley's body, and that the X ate that up, as well, creating a savage replication of the space dragon, as well. All information regarding how Samus managed to gain control of the station and destroy it in an atmospheric blast that scorched the entire planet of SR-388 was not present. Everything cuts out after fight with Ridley-X. The AI stopped transmitting, having gone rogue. The Federation also did not include the fact that the AI was a copy of the mind of Adam Malkovich, Samus' former CO.

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Well, with that exposition out of the way, we move ahead to the hangar. After giving out the information to every member of the team, Zen had made his way to find the blue gunship, which anyone who was already there would have seen parked there. As soon as he arrived within its vicinity, all members of the team had access to Zen's audio communication channel, which was presumably the frequency that other people would be speaking on. They could speak with him at any time, though obviously if there was anything to interfere with signals, that would be a problem. Several vessels were now ready, and between them they all had the capability to reach SR-387. Oh, speaking of which... Nearly forgot that Cassius had ALSO asked about the life on board this multi-environment planet. Sadly, it hasn't been explored quite as much as SR-388, but it IS the natural habitat of the creature referred to in the files as Serris.

So, you can expect that there will be some fast-moving serpents, although the outpost is located in a desert. They had plenty of time to go over this, of course, on the way. Hyperdrive or not - and they DID all have them - it was still a trip. Discussions on how to proceed would also be handled in transit, to only be altered by the factors which changed the situation around them. The ships would all arrive in the SR System of space, able to see the still-molten 'corpse' of SR-388 on their way to the nearby planet, SR-387. Naturally, there was no response to anny hails of the outpost. Nothing but static. They needed to go down there and retrieve the data, as Zen informed them that he himself could establish no computer connection with anything on the ground either. They had coordinates, reasonable expectation of enough space to land, and - unfortunately - a sand storm. Not a severe one, but unless you liked the idea of filling your suit up with it, better seal up before exiting the ships.


[System]
Gender: Male
Age: 2000+

Appearance: Botis appears as a man of average size with pitch black hair and menacing red eyes/viper-like green eyes. Two sharp horns appear out of his forehead and illuminating fangs. He wears a long black leather jacket. Underneath the jacket he wears a simple black shirt and black trousers. He wears a heavy chain around his neck, but still manages to move around swiftly. Along with that is a golden lock necklace strapped tight around his neck. He wears a pair of heavy dark boots. He wears fingerless black gloves and has green painted nails.

In his true form he bears the appearance of an ugly large viper with horns and wings.

Personality: Although being a respected count, Botis is quite a childish person. He tends to act very bossy and doesn't take kind to authority. When having his new conjurer he acts rebellious and wants to do things his own way, but in the end is easy to control because of his child-like personality. He likes to mock his opponents during battle and often has a menacing look, filled with desire to bite his opponents. He has a habit to lick his lips.

Bio: Being born in a royal family in the Underworld, Botis always had been very spoiled. He was raised to be the heir of his father's title as Count of Hell. However Botis wanted more. He trained and trained, he ventured and eventually gathered a legion of demons which he eventually over time expanded to a total of sixty legions. Through his ventures he acquired the title of president and earl as well, a huge feat for a demon. Despite being one of the most powerful daemons in the Underworld he was summoned as one of the daemons of the conjurer Ciara.

Abilities: Botis is a skilled swordsman, wielding a sharp and bright sword. During his ventures his swordsman skills only improved. Aside these trained skills he has the natural ability to tell all things past and future and reconciles friends and foes. Poison flows through his blood which doesn't effect him but can effect others when they are scratched, bitten or slain by his blade.

Despite him being an excellent swordsman, Ciara doesn't have the mana to summon such a powerful blade to the surface forcing Botis to leave it at his manor under the protection of Connir, his loyal lapdog. On the surface he relies on his magic which vary from flare's to poisons to a pool of red essence that summons hands out of it... kinda creepy. In his household he has five maidens who he can summon with his own mana, unlike his sword. They all come from different backgrounds and were carefully selected by Botis to join his household.

Weapon: Botis wields a sword imbued with the poison inside of his body.

[User]
''aahh, I'm so glad you are not angry at me. I got that feeling that you were because I hadn't told you this yet'' Ciara said smiling relieved.

''and to awnser that question, I have a plan. But you are not going to like this one'' She said.

''first we are going to have Rico pretend that he captured me'' Ciara rolled with her eyes and giggled. ''yes I know he cannot act, but it will work out. We have to get Rico out of suspicion of collaberating with a witch so he has to be knocked out in the beginning. Can you do that?'' Ciara said.

''then we can start the fight, but the main goal is to flee. We have to make it look like we are going to leave the area permenatly. Give them the victorie without either of our sides losing a life. Can you also do that?''

''I know it is not a beautifull plan, but we will work something out''

[Assistant]
"That sounds like a dangerous plan." he sighed "But I shall do my best to protect you no matter what. You should direct us to another place when the time comes to escape." Botis motioned her to tell the plan to Rico and Lucille. As they explained the two closely listened and took it all in.

"That sounds like a good plan to me." Rico said "That way no one gets hurt and all this may settle down again."

"But what should I do? Do they know I'm involved? Should I be on Rico's side or should I go along with you guys?" there was a tone of worry in her voice, but Botis didn't really trust her.

"I think it is best if you stay behind here, as fleeing with five people is quite a drag." Botis answered. One should remember that Cherub and Surgat were still with them, but since they are very loyal they would do whatever they were requested to and thus would also follow her wherever she went. However Cherub was the only one who could fly thus had to carry Surgat.

But in the end Ciara should decide what Lucille should do, it was her plan after all.

[User]
''well, Lucille. Like you said yourself you do not have special powers besides sensing the supernatural'' Ciara said sarcastic, but if Lucille was going to put on a play, Ciara would play with her.

''so maybe it is the best for you not to get involved. You still want to be in good graces with Rico's father right? If Alruby sees you he might suspect you from being a witch''

With that being said, ciara transformed her plain village girl dress into her ususal black and red dress but with a blak veil covering her face this time.

''wouldn't want to be recognized'' She said while walking outside. Outside she pointed her wand at Rico and chanted.

''terminus'' red lines appeared all over Rico, indicating a binding the caster of the spell.

''alright, now that we have Rico fake cursed and captured by the evil witch and her demon, how about we go and look for trouble'' Ciara said with a grin.

[Assistant]
Ciara suggested Lucille to sit this one out. Lucille nodded and obediently took seat on the most nearby chair in the chamber as she saw the others head out.

Botis saw as Rico got fake cursed by his mistress and followed her outside, retaining his normal demonic form. Botis dragged the two other little demons along with him. When they headed outside Botis looked to the two demons.

"Cherry, Sugar, you two better keep quiet during this time. We're going to stay on the background this time. And once the battle commences I want you two to keep Ciara save, I'll try to get myself... defeated... by Alruby."

"Hey! Our names are Cherub and Sugat! Pay some respect!" Surgat said.

"And it's not like you're that strong, right Botis? Losing to a witch hunter isn't such a disgrace." Cherub added.

"Just do what you are told twerps."

The five headed outside and their presence was quickly noticed by Alruby. He saw a gang of several humans approaching led by a single man who he saw was Alruby himself. He was curious to see how the man would react to what has been done to his son and what the result of it would be. Would he immediately launch an attack, or stat negotiating? He readied an attack behind his back to prepare for what to come.

[User]
Ciara saw the group of men before her and shiverd. These man were responsible for her mothers death.

''Ricardo Alruby'' She spoke with a confident voice, she was on a stage right now and Ciara loved to act. When she was small she would always play a sorcoress who loved all with him. Right now however, she had to play a evil witch.

''you have done quite well chasing me all around the forest. However..'' Ciara paused while giving a sadistic little smile. Her mouth was just visible underneath the black veil, it gave it an even more ceepy vibe.
''it all ended when my servant caught your precious little son, the heir to the witch hammer's guild if I am right'' Ciara said teasingly laying her hand on Rico's cheek.

Rico went and tried his best to act natural but he sounded so nervous it actually sounded natural.

''Father, forgive me. I am not worthy, defeat this witch even if I have to die'' He said falling over each word. Ciara saw that Alruby was doubting, was the cost of losing his son worth the prize of killing a witch. She had to think of something, and quick.

''hhhmmm, isn't he your only son. why hesitate, if you let me go I will let him free as well'' She saw she was getting somewhere.
''or maybe I should just take him with me, he is very cute I think he will amuse me for a while'' Ciara said bolt, she couldn't believe she had just said that. She moved a bit closer apologizing in her mind to Rico and Lucille.

Rico flushed red and started to mutter something ununderstandable. Ciara knew that Botis was watching from afar and was probably holding back his laughter from this horrible attempt of Ciara to look like a man trickster.

''let him go'' Ricardo Alruby finaly said and Ciara stopped clinging to Rico, who could breath again.

''do we have a deal Ricardo Alruby'' Ciara said and a pentagram appeared infront of the feet of Alruby.

''seal it then'' She said and raised her arm. Alruby drew a cross and asked for forgiveness from the holy mother. Then he finaly sealed the deal and the pentagram flew towards Ciara's Grimmoire. it burned himself on the page of it.

''done!'' Ciara said pushed Rico forwards, and flying up into the air with her staff. Just when Ciara thought everyting had gone well a Arrow of a crossbow reflected onto her shield. She quickly turned around and saw that the rest of the man had started to chant from bibles and that a heavenly trumpet was blown.

''feel god's torn you witch'' Alruby said laugung evil as a spear appeared from the heavens.

Archangel Michael's spear.

''Count Botis!'' Ciara yelled, and hoped he could defend the both of them.

[Assistant]
When Ciara called out for him, Botis looked into the sky. There he saw holy magic being practiced, magic he could never use even if he trained for eons. His magic and the magic of the witch hunters, priests, holy maidens, they were all the exact opposite of the magic practiced in the Underworld by the lords and counts. The spear crashed down from the heavens right above Ciara.

Unfortunately none of his magic abilities were designed to stop such a powerful spell, he could escape it, but never defend both of them with it. Luckily for him, what he lacked in magic, he could lend from his maidens, and he knew exactly who to summon for this ordeal.

"Die Mädchen der Hölle, rufen ich dich."

"Mädchen von Ketten"

"Mädchen von Unterkühling"

Like the first time a coffin with spikes appeared out of the ground and opened, Ketten being the one who stepped out of it. However a maiden, one new to his mistress, also appeared. A spot on the ground froze and ice crawled up, slowly manipulating itself into a humanoid form until the outer layer broke and the maiden was revealed, the Mädchen von Unterkühling. She was a woman with a pale expression, her eyes had no pupils and were completely white. Her platinum blonde hair was tied back into a knot. She wore a beautiful light-blue kimono glaced with a layer of ice and transparent cloth hanging under her sleeves. Little icicles could be seen formed on her pale skin as well.

"Ketten grab these two little runts and use your grapple hook to get as far away from here as possible." Botis said to his main maiden. Ketten immediately wrapped one chain around Cherub and Surgat and with the other chain latched onto a far away spot and pulled them away from the scene. Botis turned to Unterkühling.

"You stay here and defend us from the spear of Michael. Your magic is the only thing that can stop it."

She bowed deeply "Please master..." she looked at Ciara "mistress... stay close." were the words she spoke. Botis and Ciara did as she said and were next to her, feeling a cold chill being emitted from her body, causing a slight shiver down the spine on Botis. The spear closed in. Unterkühling held her hand up in the air and send out a blast of ice which halfway split to all sides and created a huge sphere of multiple ice layers around Ciara and Botis.

"This should keep us from gaining a lethal wound mistress." Botis said to his mistress, he then turned to Unterkühling "Once the spear impacts I send you back as we need to make a quick escape."

Not a second after that the spear crashed down on the sphere, going through the layers while losing its momentum and deceased its impact. The last layer broke as well as the tip of the spear and the parts of the spear were tossed to both sides, not hitting Botis nor Ciara. Two explosion were next to them. Botis quickly desummoned Unterkühling who turned into a puddle of water and subtracted into the ground. He grabbed Ciara, sprouted his wings, and made their escape.

"Grab your stick, we move faster separate." he said to her "Ketten should be close, keep an eye out for her and the twerps."

[User]
Ciara let herself fall out of Botis's grip and summond her flying staff. As she did she fell down a bit but quickly managed to catch up with Botis.

''That's the first attack I didn't see you take on head first'' Ciara said to Botis once she had reached his side. Ciara was impressed by the power that third maiden of Botis showed. She had managed to stall the spear of micheal if not for only a few seconds.

''your maidens are quite powerfull my count, I cannot wait to meet the other two'' She complimented while searching for Surgat en Cherub. Once she found them she flew down and the two of them rushed into her arms.

''Thank you miss ketten for taking care of them'' She said looking at ketten. As she did however, she saw a white bird fly away in the background. A white coakatoo, one she had know for a long time.

''wait!'' Ciara called out to him as he flew away into the shadows of the tree's.

[Assistant]
Ciara managed to hop onto her own stick and soar through the sky along with him. They had gotten rid of the witch hunters by now, that he knew. Despite them being excellent hunters they cannot do much when they escape through the air. His mistress complimented his maidens. They were indeed quite powerful, especially Unterkühling because of her peculiar origins.

"Yes they are indeed." as he said that he spotted his main maiden, Ketten, and landed on the spot where she was with the two undertwerps. His mistress, as expected, embraced the two in a firm hug while he himself turned to Ketten.

"Thank you, you are dismissed." he said. Ketten nodded. A spiked coffin appeared out of the ground where Ketten stepped into. The door closed and took her into the ground through the pentagram again. As Ketten disappeared Botis saw that his mistress had caught air of another creature near them. A white bird.

"What or who is that?" Botis questioned.


[System]
Aliases: Salmu Pulhu (Sumerian), Shasheuss-Throth (De Vermis Mysteriis), The Sleeper of the Clandestine

Gender: Male

Species: Elder Horror, Primeval Vampire

Lifespan: As long as it can continue drinking blood. It doesn't age when it sleeps for years in-between large meals.

Age: 1,907

Appearance: A piebald monstrosity with slime slicked flesh and no hind legs. Its only limbs are two long, winged arms and a powerful tail. It has four claws on each forepaw, with the middle one being eight inches long and capable of slicing through muscle like tissue paper. The beast's head is mostly a jagged maw with oily, unseeing eyes on top. It has a sharp, hollow tongue which can extend three feet from its mouth and act as a siphon to suck in blood. From snout to tail base, it is over eight feet long. The tail is fourteen feet. It weighs in at about two-hundred and ninety-five kilos, as much as a siberian tiger.

Abilities

~Limited flight. Due to its wingspan and body weight, it can only fly for a maximum distance of ninety meters and remain aloft for little more than a half minute.

~Ectothermic: It's body temperature adjusts to match its surroundings. It can withstand the hottest or coldest environments.

~Tremendous strength and speed.

~Keen hearing and sonar. It's echolocation has a maximum distance of 6,700 meters and can detect objects moving at half the speed of sound. Anything faster than subsonic it can detect via air pressure gradient.

~Heat pits: Can detect the heat of organisms.

~Tongue: Can draw in blood through a wound like a vaccuum. It can also squirt or spray blood and bile. The bile is not highly acidic.

~Can squeeze into any opening that it can fit its head through.

~Capable of entering a state of metabolic stasis which can last for decades. It retains spatial awareness during this "hibernation" and can awaken at will.

~Sense of smell: It can track down others thousands of kilometers away just by smelling them on the clothing of its prey.

~Intelligence: Is far more clever that it looks. Can grasp (but not speak) all languages.

~Can quickly regenerate from wounds by consuming blood and flesh. The amount of mass healed is proportionate to how much is consumed, I.E one pound of food to replace one pound of damaged tissue.

~The membrane of its wings is tougher than Kevlar.

~Its body mucous and saliva contains anticoagulant, cytotoxic, and bufotoxic properties. Those whom it bites or claws will suffer gradual necrosis, unstoppable bleeding, and fast-acting, nightmarish hallucinations.
The speed at which the bufotoxins take effect depends on how close the wound is to the head, ranging from several minutes to several seconds. It is immune to its own toxins.
The viscosity of the mucous can be regulated, allowing the Magna Pater to be extremely slippery or adhesive.
The mucous functions also to mask its scent.
It can convert and excrete up to twenty percent of its body weight in mucous. It becomes significantly faster when empty, and can regain the weight by eating.

~The Alpha:
Though it would never allow its young to live unless driven to desperation by an immense threat to its existence, for it is a selfish thing that dislikes sharing its hunting grounds, it is able to impose its will upon its brood of lesser vampires via shared split-consciousness. By forcefully breeding with another organism, it can produce in one month a litter of four juveniles. The juveniles mature after a single month and become fully capable of killing and breeding, weighing at that time around 100 kilos each. The brood will never grow to more than 200 kilos. Each one can have a litter of four young, and can breed with as many victims as are available.
At such a rate the number of mature brood would grow exponentially as follows, assuming the lowest estimate of each one breeding a single time per month.

Month One- The Magna Pater breeds and the young emerge.

Month Two- Five mature brood counting the Magna Pater.

Month Four- Twenty brood.

Month Six- Eighty Brood.

Month Eight- 320 brood.

Month Ten- 1,280 brood.

Year One- 5,120 brood.

Year Two- 26,214,400 brood.

Year Three- Planetary Extinction.

~Malocchio:
It may use its "true eyes" by shutting down its other senses. Before it uses the Malocchio, the intended victim(s) will have a brief premonition of the danger to come. Those who see the true eyes will, each time they go to sleep, enter a trance and begin moving in the direction of the Magna Pater, wherever it may be. They will awaken at the time they normally would, such as a few minutes for a nap and several hours for deep sleep. It also allows the Magna Later to see through the eyes of its prey at any and all times, even at the same time if there are multiple victims. By using the Malocchio on one who is already cursed, the victim's sight will be replaced with that of the Magna Pater's until it deactivates its eyes.

It is a passive curse that has no immediate negative effects unless the victim is entirely under the influence of the Magna Pater's hallucinogens, in which case the victim will immediately lose their mind from fright. If the bufotoxins haven't taken full effect then the victim will feel an intense fear which escalates in accordance to the strength of the already terrifying hallucinations.

Looking into its "true eyes" for too long can result in the victim's body becoming riddled with cancer at a later period in time, I.E developing prostate and skin cancer two years after the encounter. It takes roughly seven seconds of eye-to-eye contact (does not have to be constant) before the dormant cancer cells begin taking root.
The Magna Pater can only keep the Malocchio active for at most sixteen seconds, and cannot use it again until the same amount of time has passed. As an example, if it only uses it for ten seconds and then deactivates, then it must rest its eyes for ten seconds.

~Those that are consumed by the Magna Pater whilst cursed by the Malocchio have their consciousness eternally bound to their physical state of matter. They gain a horrific form of immortality, doomed to live on forever in boundless agony as inert particles bequeathed unto the earth, lost to time and memory beneath the weight of the ages.

(A lesser, juvenile vampire)

Behavior: The Magna Pater is what one would first think of when the word "monster" comes to you in the dead of night.
It may be called if one completes a forbidden ritual detailed within the ancient tome of black magic known as De Vermis Mysteriis, but nary a being would consider doing such an obscene thing. It makes no noise, has no mercy, cannot be reasoned with, and lives only to drain the blood and devour the flesh of all living things it can bind within its greasy wings. It enjoys all manner of prey and is especially inclined to go out of its way to find children, but it is shy and despises the light. It prefers to remain in damp pitch-blackness, where no eyes can spy it and no light can fall upon it. When outside of its primary lair it lurks around graveyards, occasionally squirming through the wormy soil to feast upon the dead and decaying when no live meat is available.
It will frequently impregnate victims with its brood, keeping them alive until its malformed young are birthed. It will eat both the victim and the young, doing these things not for food but to purposefully inflict prolonged torment.

The few who come into contact with it and live may never be the same as they had been before, for above all else it is a creature of persistence. Even if one leaves the Magna Pater, it will never leave them. A variety of lifelong physical complications and psychological ailments can stem from a meeting with it and it never stops pursuing its prey, even if they move far away. It will also track down any living thing that leaves its scent on a victim. This leads to the it consuming the families of those it hunts, along with anyone those families had come into recent physical contact with. Though one may travel often and abroad, once the Magna Pater has chosen a victim their fate is inevitable. It could take days, weeks, months, even years, but eventually on some cold and moonless evening one will awaken to see a sticky face with dead eyes peering through their bedroom window.

History:

Once in a millennium is a creature born, a living horror known as the "Magna Pater". The progenitor of monsters, the true genesis, the harbinger of loss, ancient and terrible. Only one has ever lived at a time, for it is greedy and does not abide its own kind, but always has one lived. It is the alpha of its virtually nonexistant subspecies, devouring its own young at birth. Only when the lone alpha dies is a new alpha conceived. It travels far and with little preference, drawn to whatever realm has foolishly called it via black magic. It has seen and ended countless civilisations. In Sumeria it was worshipped as a cruel deity to which many sacrifices were made. In this lifetime does a special one exist, the most dreadful of its kind to have ever been. Even the most vile of devils would balk at associating with it. Like each Magna Pater before it, it wields the unique capacity to share the sight and manipulate the will of its subspecies, an apocalyptic power which it does not abuse only for the sake of preserving its food supply.

Though it lingers not permanently in this world, it is anchored here during times of inactivity. It haunts the secret places deep below ground, amidst a lichen hellscape of death and graverot. It slumbers upon a towering mountain of soggy bones, reigning over its decaying empire on a haphazard throne several thousand lives thick. Those who enter this wretched domain, where the blue sky transitions into a black void, do so at the risk of becoming yet another skeleton upon which the Magna Pater may sleep, with their loved ones soon joining them.

Theme Music:

[User]
Doctor

Suddenly, the Magna Pater's senses went kaput. It was struck a glancing blow along the curve of its snaking body and right through its right wing. The tough membrane stood no chance and the monster was rendered flightless by the injury. A foot long groove was opened up on its side, a couple ribs losing their tips. The bulge of its purple intestines poked from the lower portion of wound.

By no means were the coarse, greasy things that drifted through the Magna Pater's head comparable to human emotions. If they were, however, they would be most akin to surges of deep, resentful anger. It had taken a misstep for the first time in a very long time. It performed its vanishing act before it hit the ground.

[Assistant]
"Good effect on tar-" The Computer Systems vocalised analysis cut off suddenly and Higan's frown deepened. It didn't take a genius to work out what was wrong, the Computer had registered a decent hit on Slimy. The issue was, before it could even take the time to pat itself on the back it had lost sight of the target. The A.S.P took three more lumbering steps and then halted suddenly, skidding and sinking in loose earth, its left foot forward to stabilise itself as its left arm slammed into a tree and brought the great metallic walker to a stop. If the Machine could look quizzical, it probably would have. Its Pilot certainly was.

"Well shit, Slimy's gone and dis-in-te-grated." Higan laughed in his country-boy fashion. He probably should have been worried, but it could have been much worse. At least he'd shot the bastard before it learned how to hide properly. The view on the main screen had returned to an ordinary vision type, though the Computer connected to the optics flicked through all available forms of sight in order to re-acquire the target. Higan was happy to let it do the grunt work as he had a little think of his own. Perhaps his shot had triggered some kind of response in the creature? He wasn't sure how it could disguise itself from Electric vision, then again, he didn't really know how it worked to begin with, nor how Slimy worked for that matter.

"Oh well, time's a wasting." He decided finally, getting the Mech moving again with a little less urgency than before. It strode through the forest, each mechanical hydraulic sound accompanying a soft thump of displaced soil, permeated with the occasional cracking and creaking of intrusive bark brushed nonchalantly aside. He was heading for the Pater's last known location, there was a good chance he could pick up the trail from there.

[User] Less than a half minute after Higan had started moving again, the mech would once more pick up the monster's electrical signal. It remained where it was for several seconds, doing something weird to itself that resembled how a cat bathes with its leg raised. A moment later twin pinpricks of strange light would spark up in the electric vision, likely throwing the mech's anomaly radar right off the charts. The monster was still experimenting. If the metal thing knew where it was, could it see it? If it did, would the Eyes work? After this good old college try at poking a hole in the metal thing's defences, the Magna Pater would dart off again, this time further left of where it had been initially aiming. If Higan tried shooting at it again as it held still, he'd find it was much more agile on the ground than when leaping from tree to tree. It could move near the speed of a Cheetah in bursts and with superior acceleration, but a steady thirty-nine was its favorite pace when weaving through the trees in a hurry. Right now it was moving at thirty-three, sometimes drifting down to the high twenties. Its right arm was in pain, not broken but lacerated and with the membrane missing. Two miles ahead and on the other side of a small, rocky hill was one of the entrances to its lair. It didn't always scarf down meals in a single sitting. Deep in its sleeping chambers it knew there was the two-week old carcass of a fat woman it had snagged before being transported to that odd realm of smarty-pants aliens. It knew what it wanted now. It wanted to hide and eat and heal in the deep places that were too small for big metal things. It would measure the perception of its prey, bit by bit, until it found a safe distance for observation. Then it would wait and watch before deciding whether or not this one slept, or if it could be subjected to the Eyes. At first the Magna Pater had been convinced that it could just as easily escape and then stalk its prey above ground. That had been before it got shot by an anti-material round. Now it was on high alert and taking no further chances.


[System]
"I promise you this. If all I grant you is death, it shall be a mercy."
Race: Winter-born
Position: Member of the Winter Court
Age: 300 years old, although he looks no older than 17
Personality: Galahad is cold and unyielding, much like the other members of his court. His humor is dry and it is not uncommon to hear a tinge of sarcasm in his words. He is very stubborn in his ways, and has an issue with authority, one that often causes him to disobey orders that he deems unintelligent. Galahad values mind over matter in all walks of life, and is known for using his intelligence to get him out of any and all sticky situations. God knows he's been in quite a few. This doesn't mean that Galahad is a pacifist however. He's strong, and understands that battle's are around every corner, and so he makes it a point to be prepared for everything.
Appearance: Galahad takes after his mother in appearance, and could very easily pass as a human. The only distinguishing features of the Fae are his slightly pointed ears. His hair is a dark brown, curly and cut near his ears. His eyes are a misty grey color, like the fog that sometimes falls over the Lake of Avalon, and they seem to hold all the answers in them, even though they rarely do. His skin is pale, ivory in tone, and his face is rounded, with a pronounced jawline that is covered in light stubble.
Background: Galahad was born to a Winter-Born father and a human mother. His father was a blacksmith, and no body is too certain who the mother was. Some say she was a servant in the land of the Fae. Others say that his father had traveled to the human's realm and consorted with a queen. No one is really certain, although everyone does know that Galahad was raised by his father. His father taught him to fight, instilling in him the lesson that the world will go to those who are strong enough to hold it, and that the only true power in the world is that of a sword. When Galahad was old enough, he set out on his own and used his fighting skills to pave his way in the world. He founded a group of Fae who felt like they didn't belong with their people, or just wanted adventure. The group would hunt Outlaw Fae for their bounties, and he's been doing this for the past 200 years.

"There is a storm on the horizon. I hope your ready to have some fun."

Name: Brenna Ahearne
Race: Summer-Born
Position: Member
Age: 267 years old, though she looks no older than 17
Personality: Brenna is arrogant, adventurous and vain. She is humorous, and never takes anything too seriously. She lives for the thrill of adventure, and a good fight. She is known through out the Fae's realm as a notorious tease, bringing Fae men to their knees with her penetrating gaze and her fluttering eyes. While her best friend, Galahad, values intelligence and is quick to use his words, Brenna is always looking for a good reason to run someone through.
Appearance: Brenna has long, dark hair that falls halfway down her back. Most of the time it is left to run wild, let down and free, although for special occasions she will do it up. Her face is rather angular, and her ears have a distinct point. Her eyes have a look that most men would go to war over. Their a deep, deep blue, as blue as the Lake of Avalon. Her skin is tanned from her adventures, though only lightly so.
Background: Brenna is the daughter of two high ranking Fae, although she always rejected the life of high society. From a young age she'd felt like her life belonged in the wild, adventuring and living free. She taught herself how to shoot a bow and wield a sword, as her parents would never hire someone to train her. The day she reached adulthood, she set out, to join a group she'd heard only whispers about. This was the group that Galahad had started, already making a name for themselves. She found and joined their ranks, and she and Galahad became fast friends, a duo that many fear to face in battle.

[User]
A scream escaped from Maxes lips as a giant cat appeared in front of him, commenting that he appeared to be lost. "[i][Ok that's it then. dehydration has finally caused me to hallucinate./i]" He thought to himself as he looked at the cats very sharp teeth. Though he was solidly convinced that he finally lost his mind, the only course of action he could think of was to engage it in conversation. "Yeah, you could say that." He agreed,"On the off chance I haven't gone completely crazy, what are you? And where am I?" He asked the giant talking cat.

 Meanwhile in the Spring Court, Ardaie was just waking up to her now sunlit, pastel colored room. The walls were gradients of pink to red, with ornate wood furnishings made from Ents who where just too willing to give up their lives to make her room as lavish as possible. Within seconds on her waking, one of her personal attendants was right beside her. "Good morning your highness," The servant said eagerly, " I trust you slept well?" She asked, as the Queen roused herself, not responding to the helps mindless chatter. She simply extended her arms out, the attendant quickly took a robe from on top of one of her dressers, and slid it onto the queen. Ardaie then waved her hand, and the attendant scuttered away.

[Assistant]
Galahad brought his sword up to parry the blow from his opponent, sending sparks flying. He advanced on the fae that was facing him, staring him in the eye. The fae across from him was an outlaw Spring-Born, a servant who'd fled from his master. Galahad cared little about the crime, and more about the reward. He swung his sword again and this time it disarmed the weaker fae that stood across from him. The outlaw, who couldn't have been older than him, fell to his knees. "I yield sir. Please, let me live," the boy said, fear in his eyes. Galahad, smirking, gestured for him to stand, before turning to his soldiers who'd been watching the fight, waiting to see if their leader would command their help. Tie him up. We're to return him to the Spring Court," he said, his voice stern. Two satyrs rushed to tie the sniveling Spring-Born up, and he was soon being pulled along behind Galahad's procession as they marched through the forest.

Galahad led an oddball bunch. Most of them were people searching for adventure, or those who'd been driven out. There was one ent, a gremlin, two pixies, a water nymph, an air nymph, a couple of season-born, and of course, Galahad's second in command, Brenna. Although Brenna was on a mission of her own right now, she'd normally be marching alongside Galahad, bothering him the whole way. As the group marched through the forest, currently near the border that separated the Fall and Summer Courts, Galahad sensed it. It was a slight breeze, one that many wouldn't even notice. Falk had begun his Hunt. "Damn it!" the Winter-Born exclaimed, sensing the trouble that was on the horizon. "Everyone, pick up speed! Falk has begun his Hunt, and if he catches us near the Fall Court, or anywhere in fact, these weapons will be useless!" he shouted. His soldiers' faces fell, their worry noticeable as they picked up the pace. What in the hell is Falk doing? I thought he'd be at the Peace Gathering. That's the only reason I even risked getting this close to his land Galahad thought. The Fall Lord was not someone that even Galahad would dare trifle with. If he was lucky, he'd make it to a safe haven, and when the Hunt was over he could get his rewards for the prisoner he'd captured. But if he wasn't... well, he knew the stories.

Brenna found that of all the Courts, she liked the feel of Spring the best. The flowers and the smells. Sure, Summer was her home, but she had never wanted to be home. And plus, the drinks that they served in the Spring taverns was remarkable. Brenna was currently seated at a table in the back of a tavern in the spring court, dressed in her normal outfit, nursing a cup of some drink that only the Spring Court fae knew how to make.

From where she was sitting, she could see her target, an outlaw Winter-Born from the Winter Court. Brenna had long since stopped caring about what crime he had committed, but she cared very much about the sack of gold that was waiting for her back in Winter Court. As she finished her drink, the fae got up from his table where fae sat with his friends. Now's my chance Brenna thought, moving to meet the man at the bar. She tucked a dagger into her sleeve and tousled her dark tresses as she sauntered over, smiling the smile of a dumb girl. She could feel the fae eyeing her as she moved, could tell that he was mentally undressing her. Good. Let him be distracted. She met went up to the bar where she payed for her drink, and turned to offer the fae a smile and a wink before sauntering off and out of the tavern, and into the brightness of Spring Court. She knew he was following. They always did. Why wouldn't they? She was any fae's dream.

She made her way towards the Spring Castle, a grand structure, with the outlaw following behind. She could hear his footfalls, loud as they were. Suddenly, with no warning, she turned a sprung at him, the knife coming out of her sleeve and coming to rest at his throat. "So here's how this is going to work. You, are going to come quietly, and I am going to bring you back to Winter Court to who ever wants you. If you care to struggle, well then I can always start nicking off appendages," she said, grinning. He whimpered and nodded. "Perfect. Now hold still one moment," she said as she bound his hands together, and tethered him to another rope that she now held in her hands. And, with her prize collected, she marched off towards Winter Court, a bounce in her step as she did so.

[User]
Feet pounded against the leaf covered ground as a large, thin hound leap over a fallen tree. The Wylde Hunt had been called together, it was not riding. Not yet. Bounding past a group of sheltering wisps, the Cwn Annwn paused. A group of mixed Fae were near the border, something his Lord would not allow should the Hunt ride. Giomanch changed course, loping towards the scent. Why the Fall King was calling the Hunt, Giomanch was unsure. He had theories, of course. The peace between rulers was a test, all things were tests to the Fall King. Was the Hunt for whether they passed or failed, he could not say. More than that it was not his place to say. The Fall King ruled well and wisely.

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The path between Summer and Fall was a ancient Gate, claimed and kept by Fall. It also had a good buyer of gold, and selection of grocers when you took in the human element on the other side. Both something Falk had taken into account when Aisling first came to him with her trifle problem and reluctance to eat the fae food. Hefting the heavy bags in her arms, Aisling walking along the thin path. Hearing the slight movement of a group coming through the forest. A voice swearing and calling out for them to move fast. Sliding off the path she darted behind a thick tree. Fae were not to be trusted, not even of her own Court. Especially not the Court of others. Stifling her breathing she listened carefully as she watched a group of Fae move swiftly along the path, a Spring-born bound and in tow. Though she could sympathize with his plight, she felt no pity for Fae. The Fair Folk deserved the horrors they visited upon each other. "Everyone, pick up speed! Falk has begun his Hunt, and if he catches us near the Fall Court, or anywhere in fact, these weapons will be useless!" Came the call. Her Lord was beginning to gather his Hunt? She would have to hurry, lest he took her absence unwell. Pulling the cowl of her cloak over the vibrant red hair blessed by her Irish blood. However the movement jeopardized her grip on the bag, avoiding dropping the tin cans caused them to clank seemingly loudly in the tense silence. Hr breathe caught in her through as she pressed against the tree, Fae hearing was sharp. But perhaps they were too much in a hurry to look-? To care-? Hopefully so.

[Assistant]
Grimus chuckled to himself as the human screamed, enjoying himself considerably. Men were such interesting creatures, and their variety of reactions upon first meeting him was something he relished. Yes, this was proving to be a wonderful morning indeed.

"What am I? Well, it appears I am but a cat. However, you may address me as Grimalkin, for that is my title after a fashion. Your mind is exactly where it belongs, poor fellow, though your body seems to have wandered. This is the wonderful realm of Faerie, where you seem to have stumbled through no fault of your own. I'm afraid you may never find your way through these trees on your own, and there is simply no hope of returning to your home plane," Grim explained, his raspy voice tinted with a satisfied purr. Making himself vanish from sight again, he leaps down to the ground and settles on his haunches just a few feet in front of the man before becoming visible once more.

"On the first part, I may be able to offer some assistance. Be warned, however, nothing here comes without a price. However, courtesy must first be observed. I have introduced myself, and it would please me greatly for you to do the same." Learning the Names of other beings was one of Grim's favorite games, and he surely intended to play it with this man. His Queen could always use more pawns, and at the least this one had been entertaining thus far.

[User] Between his own physical condition and the shock this beast brought to him, Max was still a little show on the uptake, and he only really processed the last bit of what the creature asked him. His name. "Uh, Max." He told it, "Max Napras. What's yours?" He asked as he stomach growled.

[Assistant] Galahad heard a loud metallic noise, distant but close enough that his fae hearing could pick up on it. His head whipped in the direction of the noise. He saw nothing, but he knew someone was there. He gestured for his men to follow him as he moved across the forest silently, a feat that had taken him years to master. As he passed by trees he checked for adversaries, but he found no one, until he came to a particularly large tree. He spun around to the other side gracefully and found a human girl, dressed in Victorian era clothing. Her hair was bright red, and she had bags in her hand. His soldiers raised their swords at the sight of her, but he motioned for them to hold their swings. The girl was afraid of them. "Who are you girl?" he asked in a harsh tone, his face colder than the snow that fell in Winter Court.


[System]
Age: 23

Appearance: A dark skinned, tall, pigeon-chested man with a gawky build, Gilles seems to fit the description of your stereotypical nerd quite easily, especially when paired with his braces and ridiculously thick glasses. His head is square-ish, and the hair on said head is twisted back into simple dreadlocks which hang down to his shoulders in no specific pattern or style, while his facial hair is mostly untidy stubble. Decked out in a simple (and slightly worn out) blue hoodie, gray sweatpants, and brown running shoes which were, once upon a time, white, one might think that he may be the atheletic sort despite his nerdy appearance and build - not that you can tell much under the clothes- but rest assured, this is not the case.

Other:
-He's got quite the knack with technology
-100% Certified Manchild
-College drop-out
-Works as a a freelance computer and system repair man and as a vlogger
-Originates from Belgium; speaks French and limited Flemmish
-Terrified of most every kind of creepy crawly
-Naturally curious and not afraid to stick his nose where it doesn't belong
-Wanted to take up acting before
-Fascinated by the gems and expresses it in a way akin to a six year gushing over their favourite super hero

[User]
As slowly as it started, the van that Sodalite and the group of gems were in began to slow to a halt. She shifted slightly as they stopped, but did her best to keep her weapons on her without letting them be seen. They were hidden under her dress and arms, which was actually somewhat uncomfortable, but she made it work. None of them were currently stabbing her, or if they did, she couldn't tell, and the Gem began to scramble towards the door.

She fiddled with the door for a good minute, trying to figure out how it worked and how to get out, before she was able to open it and escape back into the outside world. The air was back to normal, and while she had no reason to breathe, Sodalite took a large breath of air, relaxing slightly out in the open. Her arms were still close up against her body, trying to prevent the weapons from falling out, but she could be seen relaxing and getting comfortable back out in the open.

She shuffled slowly away from the van, hoping to get a little more room so her weapons would have an even smaller chance of being seen.

[Assistant]
--5052 years ago, near the beginning of the Gem rebellion--

"I can't believe this, how could you go against your own kind. I thought we were partners. What makes these humans so special to you? What do they have that I don't?" Bloodstone shook his head and turned around. "Jasper, Bismuth, let's get out of here. This fool and her 'friends' will see what happens to traitors."

[User]
Following Sodalite's example, Evenkite got out of the van in quite a hurry, refrainign from flat-out running only out of fear of dropping Amber's gemstone. There wasn't anything particularly bad about being in the van, for the crowded space wasn't much of a bother due to her size, and the other song wasn't quite as harsh on the ears. Nonetheless, she was glad to be out in the open once again. There was a lot to see, and the little gem was eager to take it all in. More than that, however she wanted to be away from the others, even if just by a little.

As she wandered off to get a better look at all the unfamiliar sights, her eyes currently fixed on colourful winged creature which some part of her mind registered as a butterfly, something had occurred to her; she hadn't seen Spinel get off the van, but she didn't remember her still being on top of it, either.

Whatever, it's not like she can't handle herself. Besides, you're not responsible for her.

Though she tried to shrug it off, curiosity, as always, got the better of her. Did she care about Spinel? To be honest, probably not. But she was curious as to where she now was nonetheless. Thus Evenkite turned around, gave the butterfly one last glance, and made her way back towards the van, though still keeping her distance as usual.

"Spinel...?" She called out, eyes scanning the area for the faintly glowing gem. It seemed as if the thought of Spinel being invisible had completely slipped her mind.

[Assistant] Spinel had been patient enough. Scaring two people wasn't as good as scaring everybody, but her invisibility power wouldn't last forever and beggars couldn't be choosers. She climbed down the side of the van opposite Sodalite and Evenkite as slowly and methodically as possible, so as to not alert them. She tip-toed behind them, standing about 15 feet away. In her best 'ghost' voice, she said "Johnny forgot to strap me to the roof and I fell off, and you left me back in the canyon! Whatever will I dooooooooo?"

[User]
"NO!" Sodalite shouted upon hearing the disembodied voice once more. She was caught completely off guard, and proceeded to unleash every single weapon that she had been concealing, throwing them all in every direction in hopes of keeping herself safe from the ghost of the seemingly dead gem. The weapons dug themselves into whatever came in contact with, rocks, trees, dangerously close to Johnny's van. Her breathing became heavy, her eyes flickered about in hopes of seeing the so-called ghost, and in an instant, she curled into a tight ball.

Unknown to her, Sodalite's gem began to glow, incasing both of her arms in a soft light before forming two large shield-like devices on her arms. It wasn't until she began calming from her rush of adrenaline that she felt the slight weight of the gauntlets. Still, she refused to stand back up or even open her eyes, and kept a large portion of her body protected by her new weapons.

[Assistant] Emerald awoke from quite a peaceful slumber (This time he didn't snore) to the sound of the van doors being opened by the smaller Gems. He grabbed his Rubix Cube, fully solved, from the floor, before wiping the sleep from his eyes and pushing the van door open with his arm, pulling himself out....only to remember that he still had statue-legs. Emerald fell ungracefully from the back of the van and stared up awkwardly towards the two other Gems. The stone around his legs began to glow and then fell off with a loud clatter, and Emerald stood up with the Rubix Cube. He then began to run in circles cheerfully. "Finally! I can move my legs! This is great!" He then ran around to the side of the van. "Hey guys! I can finally move my legs!" He then shoved the solved Rubix Cube into Johnny's hands before running in circles around the van for a while.

[User] Spinel was internally laughing her head off at Sodalite's reaction to what she'd said. Okay, maybe just one more. She noticed Emerald running around and decided she had a new target. "It wasn't very nice of you all to let me diiiiiiiieee, and now you have to paaaaaaay!" She snuck up behind Emerald. "Since you left me way down in the canyon, it's only fair that one of you give me a ride!" She awkwardly grabbed Emerald's shoulders, thinking that doing so would cause her to slide along with him.

[Assistant]
Though she would most likely deny it afterwards, Evenkite had been shocked at first by the voice, and Sodalite's over-the-top reaction didn't help. For a split second, Amber's gemstone had left her protective cradle and found itself in the air, leaving Evenkite desperately grasping at it as it bounced off her hands once, twice, three, and then a fourth time, until she finally caught it, much to her relief. Whether dropping Amber from such a height would do anything bad was unlikely, but she wasn't going to chance it.

For a few moments, the worry on Evenkite's face remained, until it occurred to her that Spinel could turn invisible.

Wow Eve, not only are you nearly useless, but their idiocy has rubbed off you as well. Great job!

She let out a groan and brought her palm to her forehead with an loud slap, purposely covering her cheeks in an attempt to not let her embarrassment show over her annoyance.

"Spinel," she growled through gritted teeth, her grip on Amber's gemstone tightening, "Not funny. Or scary." That last bit was partially a lie, because she had been shocked.

"I know it's you."

And, of course, Emerald was back to his annoying old self. Just fabulous. Whatever feelings of this potentially being a good decision that still remained with her began to fade away.

[User]
Zircon fell asleep earlier to the music in the same cross-legged position leaned back against the wall. She woke up silently just before the van came to a slow stop. She wiped her face tiredly while following a couple gems out the back of the van. She continues wiping her eye while observing the new environment they are in. Her gaze would wander back to the van and then upwards towards the roof of it. She stops rubbing her eye as she just tiredly stares at that direction. Something seemed different--actually--something seemed missing. Zircon blinks a couple times and it took a few but quite long seconds for it to click in.

What happened to the white gem?

As soon as it clicked in Zircon's eyes widened slowly, and it widened in a way of realization, worry, and scared. As she heard the disembodied voice claimed what happened her face remained the same staring in the same direction. At this moment there was only one word that Zircon could get out as she slowly put both hands to her head, "...CrrrrrrrraaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA--" she didn't get to finish her word when she was cut off by Evenkite and hearing say that she knows it is Spinel. Zircon turns to her and responds while having wide eyes still and an awkward smile as of trying to look like she's calm, but it was a little obvious she kind of wasn't. "P-Psh! Well yea it's her! It's her GHOOOOOO- wait a second..." Zircon suddenly put on a straight face as she thought. There was a disembodied voice earlier right? And that voice was revealed to be... But what if this is the real thing? Or what if it's not? It's real. Wait no it's not. Yes it is. Is it?! MAKE UP YOUR MIND ZIRCON.

[Assistant] Emerald ran along with the creepy ghost on his back-wait, what? "Aaaahhhh!!!" Emerald said, flailing his arms wildly in the air. "Get off my-wait......is that you, fake ghost?" Emerald stopped running and remembered something. His eyes. A smile spread across his face as he turned to face the Gem who really liked to pretend to be a ghost. Then he turned on his lights and started laughing hysterically.

[User] Spinel was a bit dazed from the light, and she let go of Emerald and clumsily sneaked up behind Evenkite this time. She stood about 3 feet behind her and said "Sooo, yoooooou don't think I'm really deeee-eaaad?" Her voice was starting to crack from holding back laughter. "Well, you want to know what I think?" She took another step and tripped over one of Sodalite's thrown weapons. She was in a ball on the ground now and visible, but she was satisfied with herself. "I THINK YOU ALL JUST GOT SPOOKED!" she squeaked, and began laughing uncontrollably.

[Assistant]
Finally, Sodalite looked around once more. Her light glare was focused on Spinel, who was currently a ball on the ground because of the blue gem's reaction. She felt a slight amount of satisfaction at getting back at Spinel, even if it was entirely on accident. It was her fault in the first place for scaring her, and Sodalite considered them even for the time being.

She stood up slowly, examining the large weapons on her arms. They weren't as heavy as one would believe them to be. She gave them a few experimental swings, albeit a little rough and aggressive for just test swings. They would definitely help in carrying more weapons in the future. She was sure about how well they would help in that situation.

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"I. Did. Not." The words came out harsh but forced, and it was becoming harder and harder to not laugh herself. The fact that she almost joined in on the laughter was more surprising than Spinel's prank; her mouth twitched slightly as if she was fighting the urge to grin like an idiot. She probably would've cracked if it weren't for the fact that there were more pressing matters, namely Amber's gemstone nearly being dropped, the weapons-

Oh nononono, not good, not good.

Evenkite pondered at what to do, with the weapons everywhere. If Aquamarine saw them, there's be questions for sure. Questions she wasn't looking forward to answering. Questions that shouldn't be asked at all. Surely she could carry a few, but that wasn't going to help if she couldn't hide them.

Not good at all, not good at all. What to do, what to do...

Scrambling over to the van door and giving it a violent shove, she closed the door shut and then pressed her back against it, despite knowing that if Aquamarine did try to open the door, there was little chance she could actually do anything about it.

"Stop that! Hide them!" She hissed to Sodalite, "Quickly!"


[System]
Hero Archetype: Original
Alias: The Mighty St William
Age: 28
Team: JL
Powers: Finns abilities stem from God and commands powerful divine powers. When he makes a prayer to God asking to become St William, Finn is engulfed in holy light and is transformed into the armored warrior and thus has several abilities. His power comes from both God and prayer so when he is in a holy place then his body absorbs the holy energy created by prayers to fill his reserves of divine power.

Master Swordsmen: Finn is superb swordsmen and is a master in the German school of longsword fencing. He has also developed a longsword fighting style of his own to fit with his incredible powers.

God's strength: St William is strong enough to lift fifteen tons.

God's speed: His reaction time is quick enough to deflect bullets with his longsword and he can run up to 300 mph.

God's Wrath: St William channels divine energy within to create bolts of white lightning. This power is both harmful to both natural and supernatural beings. The power of this attack is determined by how much divine energy he puts into it.

Hand of God: By focusing his mind St William can move stuff in a way very similar to telekinesis through the use of manipulating divine energy.

God's Mercy: This power allows Finn's body to heal at a slow pace and while it won't save him from death, it can heal fatal wounds after a long rest. Resting on holy ground will speed up the process and rejuvenate him.

Judgement: This is his most dangerous power and it causes him to unleash a large blast of divine energy that burns whatever is in its path. This ability uses up the most divine energy and its destructive power makes it dangerous to use populated areas so this is a last resort technique.

Equipment: His armor is made from divine metals and is tough enough to withstand gunfire and allows him to endure large amounts of punishment. His sword was crafted in heaven and thanks to its divine properties it is very deadly to both the living and the dead. It can cut through all earthly metals except silver. It is especially effective against demons and it is his main method of combat. The blade also has the capability of not killing an opponent by Finn simply willing the blade to not cut too deep into his opponent's flesh.

Weaknesses: Silver is like kryptonite to him and it will slowly drain him of his powers. Pure iron can also get past his divine defenses, and while his well of divine power is large it is not endless and he will run out of energy if he uses too much of it for too powerful of attacks.

Personality: Finn for as long as he could remember has always been a devout Catholic and had cynical view of the modern world ever since he was a young man. He has a deep dislike for artificial life thinking that it is unnatural and an abomination against God. His views became more negative after the technovirus enslaved several heroes and innocents. His powers that he attained from God were a sign to him that it was time to purify this wicked world of the sins of science and all abominations.

For too long has good people sat by and let the minions of the devil bring the world to ruin, these were his views on the current state of things. Finn will not let others insult his faith without some very heated words. Because of his special powers Finn has developed a holier than thou attitude and will look down upon non believers as being misguided.
Appearance:

Brief Bio: Growing up religious in the twenty first century was not easy for Finn do to changing opinions on organized religion and the arguments of the scientific community. Ever since he was a little boy Finn faced ridicule for his Catholic beliefs and school was a hard time for him thanks to bad education system and rampant spread of toxic neo progressive ideologies. He hated having to defend himself and his beliefs from the constant bullies, but it was a harsh reality.

One of the first things that his parents taught him was that the world was cruel and that it was important to never expect society to do you many favors. He was one of the luckier members of the millennial generation because his parents never babied him and they made sure he had good work skills unlike so many of his generation. He also didn't fall into the trap that was collage and took a cheaper route to save him unneeded debt.

So while his childhood had been ruff and full of challenges to his faith, Finn still pulled through with his devout belief in the Catholic church. Carpentry was his chosen career and he moved to Metropolis when he started his job. For a good while he was satisfied with life, that was until Brainiac took possession of Superman and brought the city's villains under his control. In his most desperate hour, Finn prayed to God for aid and he was answered by transforming into a mighty warrior of God.

With his new powers and his hatred of Brainiac and all synthetic life forms reaching new levels, Finn is ready to bring back virtue and faith into this sinful world.
Notes:

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The supernatural ally had no idea what the girl was saying. Batman made the call once more and he told Bluebird to stand down. The guy's wounds healed rather quickly it seemed, and the detective took another mental note. His plan was set in his mind, and with a couple wildcards in the mix it may make things a lot easier. Batman approached the man more directly, but the Bat still looked menacing even in his older age.

"I'm taking in a team tonight to rescue survivors. If you want in, you've gotta prove your worth. We've already taken losses with the Wanderer going missing..." Batman began saying when the other new addition, the alien spoke up.

"Tell me everything you know, then advise me of where I shall be most useful." the new guy who resembled Superman kind of suggested, still with the sense of royalty and nobility in him.

"You're gonna sit this one out and stay back with the Young Justice team." Batman stated turning to Maxus, and now looking back at the intruder and would be ally with a scowl Batman ordered "You'll be coming with us though to see how your abilities work against the enemy. Superman generally has a weakness to anything magic or supernatural, assuming that's where your origins lie. What do they call you..?" he asked Shay.

Batman, Wonder Woman, the Flash, Captain Marvel, St. William, and Bluebird prepared to go back into Metropolis. Batman briefed them all on what intel he had about the surrounding area covered in the grey mass of nanomachines. After discovering the new guy's name earlier, Batman asked him to join in on their meeting as well. He put off an odd vibe when in the presence of St. William, but other than that he generally seemed like he wanted to help. Doctor Light chose to stay behind, which surprised nobody. Starfire still seemed to be concerned for the health of her friend and long time teammate Raven. Batman instructed the concentrated team in another tent...

"There's roughly two hundred thousand survivors in an area just below where the Daily Planet building stood. The conditions and containment aren't that great, however I've confirmed Nightwing is among them. There's a chance we can still save Superboy as well, but those people..." Batman got quiet, "They won't all make it out of the city."

"It's practically evacuating an entire city in a small area but across a lot of road and techno zombies..." the Flash began stating with hope in his words.

"The closest drone generator will be three blocks away, however the area is completely compromised by Brainiac's nanomachines. We need to get past their defenses as quickly as possible and lead the survivors upwards, if we start getting swarmed by techno zombies Capt. Marvel and Flash can try to damage the generator enough to buy us some time while taking down any turrets on the rooftops. If any infected heroes or enemies show up we have to take them down hard and fast as well to avoid any more casualties than we'll already be dealing with. Stay focused. We leave in thirty minutes..." Batman instructed walking off.

Back at the YJ side of camp...

"So, Superman is kinda the reason I'm doing this hero thing too." Superbeast said approaching the new alien hero and gesturing at the pentagon shaved into his chest fur, "I've only got about a year or so experience in the field, you?"

Maxus looked at the furry red shapeshifter, Garfield couldn't read the guy's face. He was obviously aggravated he wasn't go in with Bat's team...

~KL~

[Assistant]
His feeling of determination and purpose abruptly faded upon hearing Batman's words. The First Prince of the Blood Royale, son of Maxima and heir to the Almeracian Empire, relegated to the kiddie table like some spastic, distant cousin at a holiday feast. A look flashed across his face but for an instant, adequately described as a mixture of shock and anger, before he returned to a his standard stoic, cool expression.

If the elder Terran were remotely aware of his abilities or training, Maxus reasoned, he would not be so easily brushed aside by this guardian who knew so little of him. Still, this personal slight might just be a test. A scenario to see how he would react; if he would suppress his instinct to lead, or demand more of his intended station here on Earth.

Another option - this was an opportunity to survey the situation and show initiative.

Then a single word was spoken that snapped him away from his thoughts. Batman seemed to have a talent for that; perhaps Maxus should send him a gift box of preserved exotic meats from home to congratulate this accomplishment. Nevertheless, the word that grabbed his attention my the lips and yanked was "Superboy".

Was it possible that he still had family on this rock? Maxima did not speak much (that is to say none) about relatives on his father's side. Maybe she didn't know, although it was equally likely that she found it an unimportant detail. What was more, this possible relation was likewise in the grasp of Brainiac. This would not stand.

Back at the Young Justice camp, several thoughts played in his head. He tried valiantly to keep his visage neutral, but surmised that he was unsuccessful when a member of the team sought to strike up a conversation with him. A furry, red creature with the outline of the House of El manscaped into his profuse pectoral hair, speaking to him in a tone of familiarity with which he was unaccustomed. Maxus slowly turned his head to face his teammate, stonefaced until he was finished talking.

"Hero Thing?", he started, as if unsure how to properly enunciate a proper noun. "Yes... Superman was to be my mentor. Mother insisted, though I doubt it was fully motivated by her desire for me to participate in the "Hero Thing". Regardless, he was indeed a Hero, and she wished our meeting."

Getting to know and form trust with his team might be essential. With this in mind, he continued, "You have the mark of the House of El. Do you wear it with his authority? If you would forgive my ignorance, I have but a passing, intellectual knowledge of Terran and Kryptonian custom. In the Empire, one may have their skin flayed and be exposed unprotected to the cold, endless vacuum of space were they to sport the crest of another's house without their patronage."

"But I digress. I have been in the service of Almerac since I was very young, and in our soldiery from the moment I began showing outward signs of approaching manhood. I would not classify the nature of my work as completely altruistic."

"Now I have a question for you, if you would indulge me. What can you tell me of this "Superboy", and why is his rescue not a higher priority?"

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Shay turned around, with every intention to angrily glare at whomever was cursing him out in Chinese.... or threatening, Shay didn't speak Chinese so he had no clue. Even so, the cocking of a rifle was a familiar enough sound to inform him that was almost certainly a threat of some kind. Then he saw Bluebird and... suddenly found himself forgetting he was angry. She was rough around the edges, to be sure, but in all honesty, Shay rather liked that sort of quality in a woman. A tough lass that could obviously hold her own and wouldn't take shite from anybody? Now that was Shay's idea of good company.

"You... might consider paying more attention to what Batman is telling you."

Alastor always seemed to know how to be a buzzkill. But it snapped Shay out of his daydreaming and allowed him to catch the tail-end of what Batman was saying. Something about Superman being hurt by magic and accompanying his team back into the city. Wait, Superman could be hurt by magic and the supernatural? Everyone knew about the Kryptonite thing since the Man of Steel basically made that secret public knowledge some time ago, but magical voodoo could hurt him as well? That was definitely news to Shay. And apparently to the demon as well.

"Magic, Batman? You don't say..."

Last thing Shay heard was Batman asking what people called him, "Um... I'm guessing you mean other than 'freak', 'monster', or 'drunk son of a bitch'? I mean... my name is Patrick Shay, if that's what your wonderin'. Never actually done the whole cape and cowl thing like you do." afterward Batman brought him in on a briefing. And right about then, it actually starting to sink in that he was in the company of Batman, Wonder Woman, The Flash, and Captain Marvel.

"You're not turning into a starstruck fanboy are you?"

"N-no! Shut up!" Shay blurted out loud. Again. So before it could get any more awkward, he finally explained, "I got my, um, 'talents' from a demon living in my head." he said, then quickly added, "Hey don't give me no funny look, it can't be anymore unbelievable than an alien robot possessing a man that can fly and shoot lasers from his bloody eyes!"

[Assistant]
St William felt rather uncomfortable when Shay arrived and his body gave off a slight red glow. So many fiendish things were appearing around this place of death, but he kept from doing anything aggressive since this person was a Justice League ally. Now St William needed to see if the rest of the league was ready to go on a successful rescue mission and he wondered if Batman had his priorities straight when it came saving his teammate and wasn't doing at the expense of other innocents. He was glad to be on the team going back to rescue the other captured heroes and was glad to have a chance to stick his blade in more of the wicked technical monstrosities.

"I am grateful for the chance to stick my sword into more of the evil fiends that plague this city, they will know what true judgement looks like" he said to Batman and the rest of the team. He gave Shay a strange look when the hero blurted out speaking to no one and then explained that he was talking to the demon inside of him, so that was why William got such bad feelings from the person.

"You should get an excorsism and free your soul from the minion of hell" he said to Shay was a calm voice.


[System]
* Age: 45
* Gender: Male
* Race: Near-Human
* Appearance: Lucar loves him some old-fashioned clothes.
* Personality: Lucar is a quiet, unassuming type. He's an upstanding citizen (or what passes for one on Nar Shaddaa), eager to cater to the antique needs of collectors human, alien, or in-between. He lives above his antique shop on the mid-levels of the planet, forcing the crooks from the upper city to come to him for his unique wares. He prides himself on his extensive familiarity with the galaxy's history, both ancient and recent. The thing is, when it comes to his collection, he has a hair-trigger temper.
* Profession: Antiques Merchant
* Skills: Extremely skilled with archaic weapons. Able to identify and wax on about artifacts from seemingly any point of galactic history- as far back as the Jedi Civil War.
* Abilities: Nothing too out of the ordinary- he's just a guy in VERY good shape.
* Equipment: Back in his shop, he has numerous ancient weapons, a few suits of armor, and lots and lots of furniture.
* Brief Backstory:

 As long as anyone can remember, Lucar's family has run an antique shop on the mid-levels of Nar Shaddaa. Though his main source of income is the (mostly) legitimate trade of ancient artifacts, buyers are hard to come by- particularly for some of his more "esoteric" items. One day, however, a bounty hunter came in to purchase a vibroblade- an ancient relic from a Jedi-Sith confrontation on Taris millennia ago. Operating a shop on Nar Shaddaa, Lucar had learned not to ask questions of clients and provided the vibroblade, along with a replica energy cell. A few days later, the hunter returned, having damaged the blade through improper use in a firefight. Given how old the model was, he'd been unable to find a mechanic to repair it, so back to Lucar it came. And, after a reasonable price was negotiated, Lucar managed to repair the weapon. Well, word spread of his wares. Bounty hunters came in looking for ancient armors. They came looking for weapons, for armor, and the necessary repairs. Lucar's side business was born- as a one-of-a-kind arms dealer.

These days, Lucar's clientele runs the spectrum from senators seeking something to tie the room together, to bounty hunters, to Hutt crime lords. Every customer's welcome in his store, so long as they follow four rules which even the surliest bounty hunters have come to respect: NEVER fuck with the collection. Don't insult it. Don't steal anything. And never, EVER try to get into the back room unsupervised.

[User]
Sulik

Sulik crawled out of the dented wreckage of the speeder, thankful that Lucar had the good sense not to die in a blazing inferno. With barely-concealed frustration, he hauled Lucar out of the driver's seat and hauled him to his feet.

"In the interest of self-preservation," Sulik hissed. "I am going to take charge here."

Sulik smoothly pulled a small device out of his belt-pouch. With special care not to let anyone else hear him, he began muttering into it.

"U-SK to U-KR, U-SK to U-KR. Situation changed, need exit. Be advised, multiple points in airspace, exercise caution. Over."

Sulik delicately returned his device and looked determinedly at Lucar. The air of professionality evaporated.
"Ride's here, ten minutes," Sulik hissed. "starport's couple blocks away. Follow me."

Sulik took off at a healthy jog towards the starport eclipsing the skyline. By coincidence, it was the very same port The Ardent Liberty was preparing to touch down in. Completely unaware of the situation he was running into, Sulik forged onwards.

[Assistant]
"I'm a trader. Had some goods that wouldn't sell brought em here," Aura shrugged non-chalantly. "Here bout that meeting though, nasty business if you ask me. Heard something about these Dark Jedi signing up to work for the crime lords. The New Republic really should put a stop to that if they have any sense," Aura continued muttering on as if nothing was wrong. "The names Aura Cyone and this is the Majestic," Aura stated gesturing at her ship. And then realising that she was a wanted criminal so giving her name out to the New Republic pilot was probably not her best idea ever. So she carried on speaking. "Saw your mates were heading to ground? Want a lift for you and your droid, least I can do, some sort of civic duty I guess."

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Bounty Hunter Krat Gyton

As Krat arrived at what used to be the battlefield, he saw the TIE-interceptors were already retreating. "Looks like we just missed the party." He said dissapointed, and Denying sounded angered that they didn't have the chance to take some out. However, he had came to the Republic vessel with a reason: he needed help with this task. "Denying, open a channel with the Republic vessel, please. And make sure it is secure this time." Denying, a bit annoyed, opened the channel. "Greetings, Republic people. My name is Krat Gyton, bounty hunter, and I think we have some mutual interests in this situation that drawn us to this planet. I like to ask your captain for permission to dock onto your vessel for what I could best describe as a business proposal." He muted his microphone. "Denying, keep your scanners on high alert. I don't know what those crime lords are planning, but I know that they don't give up that easily, and the Republic might take precautions when talking to a bounty hunter..."

[Assistant]
Kara smirked at the Jedi. "You don't become a Marine by being super-careful." Carefully Kara steered the corvette into bay 27 and landed in a way that allowed fighters to enter the hangar of the corvette from the docking bay.
"Well, we have arrived. Not as much of a comfortable journey as planned." The com-panel light up.
"I think, Master Jedi, that might be a call for you. If you want I can already prepare my combat equipment and order one of the crewmen to keep the engines warm. I got my blaster and Vibrosword ready, if you need me outside."
Kara shrugged and flicked her ears.

[User]
Sulik

The streets leading to the starport were, as expected of Nar Shaddaa, full to bursting with life. Droids, humanoids, sapients, and non-sapients alike surged in the streets, hawking their wares indiscriminately. Sulik weaved and jostled his way through the sea of bodies in front of him, and hesitantly squeezed into the main lobby of the starport.

The interior of the starport was, compared to the streets outside, rather empty. Ringed with scores of ticket terminals on the interior wall and a wide variety of officially-sanctioned bars, shops, and restaurants, the room seemed more like a humble marketplace than a lobby. Sulik glanced around the lobby, searching for a relatively quiet place to sit and wait for his comrades. Though the lobby had a fantastic array of benches and seats for foreigners of all shapes and sizes, all of them were occupied by beings in various states of rest. The few seats that weren't occupied were filled in by luggage, bags of food, or unpleasantly organic residue. Not wishing to ruin his day by contracting an exotic new disease, Sulik looked to the long crescent-shape of shops and bars on the exterior wall. One name in particular drew his eye: "Heckram's Wing Shack".

"Hey," Sulik said, turning to face Lucar. "Ship won't be here for few minutes. Want to eat?" Without even waiting for an answer, Sulik strode into Heckram's Wing Shack.
The interior of the diner was caked in that special kind of filth only seen in places that have somehow managed to decay for decades while still undergoing regular maintenance. An enormously corpulent Grant, presumably Heckram himself, hunched over a steaming grill and attended to a variety of anonymous meats.

Sulik's nostrils flared hungrily at the scent of charred flesh and offensively hot spices. Barely concealing his lust for grease and barbeque sauce, Sulik threw himself into an unoccupied stool, and caught for the attention of the waitress.
"Order of Mynock Wings," Sulik said, staring into the menu like a child in a candy shop. "Kreetle Back-Bacon, and Whirlbat Nuggets. As hot as possible."

Sulik looked back towards Lucar. Did people like him need to eat? He looked like he could eat, but Sulik hadn't ever seen him do it. In the interest of courtesy, perhaps it would be best to buy him something.
"You want anything?" Sulik said to Lucar. "Food's good here."

[Assistant]
Once the TIE fighters gave up their attempt to intercept their voyage, Akyra sat up and began towards the hatch. Her unease only grew as the corvette approached the spaceport. The Vahra's connection to the force was exceptionally strong, that much was obvious. There were others on this planet that were strongly connected with the force - the dark side - and she had no doubt that the others had sensed it. But it definitely wasn't just one. No, there was more than one.

They're hiding something big.

A droid caught her eye as she hurried to her destination. F7-250, carrying an unconscious crewmember by the looks of it. Her instinct told her to help, it was only natural for the healer, but she knew where her priorities were at the moment. Besides, the droid was undoubtedly capable of handling the situation. Despite her disinterest in droids, she did find a liking for the unique AI.

Focus on the matter at hand, She reminded herself.

Time suddenly became a very important factor in this mission, which is why she was among the first to reach the hatch. Once they landed they would have to be quick. If they didn't get to their destination in time they might lose their lead. Of course, they weren't going to get anywhere without a fight, this much she knew. For a quick moment she checked to make sure she was prepared. Her lightsaber was clipped to her belt and her crystals on her person, just in case they ran into trouble.

"They're coming to greet us," She realized and thought out loud, though it didn't surprise her in the slightest. There was a number of people coming their way, and somehow she doubted they were there to offer polite greetings.

[User] Luckily for Aura, Owen didn't seem to recognize her name or her ship's name at first. "That'd be great, we need to get back on the Corvette and get a new X-Wing." Says Owen, before he grabs some things from his cockpit and heads up the hatch and into the ship, R2-T5 following close behind. "I'm sure the Republic'll reward you with some creds, what with you ensuring the safety of one of their pilots..." He pauses for a moment. "You know, I think I've heard your name or this ship's name before... Ah well."

[Assistant]
"Renowned traders," Aura winked jokily despite nerves coursing through her whole body. Lying was her job, she just had to get this pilot back to his ship, get her crews and get out of here. She helped the pilot and his droid onto the ship, patting herself on the back for hiding all her contraband weapons before landed. "I'll just go get this beauty into the air. Make yourself comfortable," Aura continued, settling down into her old Wien pilots chair and taking off

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[User]
"Yeah, I could eat." Lucar muttered. "I'll take the bottomless Apocalyptic Mynock Wings. You never start the entertainment without a ready supply of food. Oh yeah, and some Crystal Fizzyglug."

Lucar motioned for Sulik to follow him to a secluded booth. There were stains where the patrons had left drinks for long periods, and divots in the finish where they'd spilled their drinks. Looking around carefully, Lucar took a commlink out of his pocket before fiddling with the settings. With a hiss and crackle, the Commlink went through about fourteen subgenres of Jizz, two rock bands, and a Trandoshan love ballad as Lucar finally tuned to the right frequency.

"{...posal. But the New Republic has entered our airspace. What will you do about that, Imperial?}"

"I planted a bug between some of Delro's fat rolls while he was distracted. This way, we'll be able to tell what the frell's going down."

Grabbing a wing, Lucar took a sizeable bite and kept listening in. He smacked his lips, enjoying the infamous burn of the Tatooine sauce- so named because the flavor was rough, coarse, and got everywhere.

"I swear, these things never fill you up."