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The daughter of Commander Isaak Belikov of Ardany and a brothel whore. She ran away at 13, after being raped by her eldest brother. She learned how to defend herself, and now she's a warrior. Some who know her name might call her a Lady, almost a princess. Those who know only her reputation might call her a ruthless killer. She stalks the dark places of the earth for murderers and rapists, taking their lives in a sick sort of justice-driven rampage. Though no one knows her face, she's often called Death's Handmaid or the Fourth Devil. And more recently, the Wolf Maiden, due to the snarling wolf mask she wears when hunting.

[User]
Aleksandra listened, her lips twitching into a smile that she just couldn't hide. Telling some of the truth had gone better than expected. At most, she'd probably only have to stay in this castle a year or so. She knew how ambitious the son of the Oberjarl was, and figured that with her as his informant, he'd soon grow antsy enough to make a move for the throne. Her grin grew as he mentioned a royal pardon. For once, her luck had turned.

She gave him a nod in answer to his final question, then swept low in an overly exaggerated bow. Bowing was typically for men, but her curtsying was horrendous. So bow she did, her eyes never leaving the prince's. Her irises were the intense blue-grey of Noxan steel. "I am at your service, Prince Aulfr. My name is Alexia Rayt, and I would be honored to serve as your spy, assassin, and informant." She figured there was no reason to act small now, so she drew herself to her full height. She really was quite short, but her confidence and self-assurance made her seem bigger than she was. She also did away with her meek voice, favoring the way she normally spoke.

"If it's not too much trouble, I'd like something to wear, your Grace." Her true voice was low, velvety, and husky, made almost seductive by her Ardanian accent. "I know trousers aren't usually smiled upon when it comes to women in this country. Perhaps I could wear some hide leggings under a dress? I've seen other women dressed that way."

[Assistant]
For a moment, his grip on the end of his axe tightened; it may have occurred to 'Alexia' that he was about to kill her, based on the look that suddenly entered his eyes. Had he not been in a foul mood that morning, he might've enjoyed the view the bow gave him, but he said nothing. He waited for her to straighten, holding her gaze evenly the entire time. Aulfr replied, then, "I am not your version of royalty. You will not address me as a Prince, or as 'your Grace.' You will address me as Volsung, and nothing else. Do not mock me. And if you are giving me a false name, then it will be a false name that will be pardoned and gifted- and you will find just how well I Hunt when I chase you down."

He pulled the longbow that he had strung around him off, and tossed it on his bed. His quiver, the top covered with a leather cap, followed right after, and so did his axe. He took a step forward, and barked, "Defend yourself, and prove yourself!" And then he launched a well-executed, full-force punch, straight at her- no roundhouse punches here.

[User]
Aleksandra observed his posture with dismay, slowly sinking into her own half-crouch. He was going to make some move soon. He'd spoken of her proving she could fight. Obviously a little thing like her couldn't just go out and attack a guard for him. He intended to test her mettle himself. As he removed his weapons, she could feel the adrenaline start to flow through her, and a grin slowly crept across her lips. He was going to be a difficult opponent, but not impossible. She hadn't had such a challenge in awhile. When he threw his first punch, she barely had time to dodge it.

But dodge it she did. She let his momentum carry him past her, punching him once in the side and sending a sweeping kick to his back. Her kick never landed, because she slipped on another discarded article of clothing and crashed to the floor. She kicked out at his feet and rolled away before his next blow could land.

They roamed the entire room for the next ten minutes, trading blows until Aleksandra's lip was split open for the umpteenth time and she was covered in bruises. But she'd hurt him as well. A few very painful jabs at key pressure points, what she believed was a well-bruised rib, a few attempts at a kick to his groin that had to be sore by now. She found that she was laughing as they fought, the exhilaration of a worthy opponent too much to remain serious over.

[Assistant]
Aulfr had both an advantage and disadvantage- his current outfit was two layers of leather armor and a layer of chainmail- a leather undershirt, the skirt of chainmail, and then the green leather armor. This meant that, for the most part, any jabs directly to him did nothing more than push him a bit. This also meant that he was getting hit more than he'd liked by the small, nimble little girl- who had found out that he didn't have such thick armor between his groin.

He had gone into a rage at first- unlike the rest of his people, he didn't lose his sense when he did, and just fought harder, faster. And then, when she started to laugh, his mood cleared like fresh flowing water. He laughed right back, a sound that hadn't been heard in the castle for years. None of the soldiers or guards were fit to fight against him- she was the first real challenge, in single combat.

But she was fighting in frilly underwear and a too-large shirt, versus his armored self. She wasn't going to win- but they had proved to each other who their next preferred sparring partner would be. And that no-win came in the form of a glancing blow to her shoulder, knocking her off balance, and the follow-up being a grab. Hand firmly planted on her arm, he swung her against the wall, trying to stun her- and then he shoved her towards the bed.

He disengaged then, taking a step back and declaring, "Alright. You passed." He didn't seem to care much about her state- the only thing he cared about was the 'throne' of the Oberjarl, and a couple more things that he had recently found, and would never admit. Either way, he crossed his room to his wardrobe, where he pulled out his key, inserted it into the oak wardrobe's lock, and unlocked the door. Repocketing his key, he pulled open his wardrobe to display a warrior's dream- all along the doors were knives, handaxes, swords, gauntlets and inside were pieces of leather armor, regular clothing, shoes, boots, heavy coats, everything he'd need, all stuffed into one.

Then he looked at his own clothing, and then at the relatively naked Alexia, and said, "Cut something up and make your own. You said you were a seamstress, no?"

[User]
Aleksandra was visibly disappointed when their fight ended. She wanted to keep going, despite how heavy hear limbs felt and her growling stomach. She was surprised she'd been able to fight like that. The drug that slavers had used was still in her system, so she'd been slower than usual, not as strong. She dragged her sleeve over her sweaty face, walking around the room as she came down from her battle high. She hadn't fought like that against just one person in three years. It left her feeling giddy and jittery, like she couldn't keep still.

She turned to watch Aulfr open his closet, and she swore she almost drooled. All of those weapons, armor, and the trousers. Would he really allow a woman to wear clothing like that? Most men in the castle would probably notice and make her wear something more practical, so she'd figure something out. Maybe a long sash to make it look more feminine? She padded over and grabbed two pairs of trousers, the smallest and most formfitting she could find, along with a few light scarves and another one of his tunics.

"I'll need a needle and thread, and I'm also not a cobbler, so I can't make myself boots." She looked very pointedly at his feet, the size of a giant's, and then her own, small and delicate as a child's. "None of your boots would fit me. But other than those things, I'll have these clothes ready before tomorrow. Are you sure no one will mind that your servant wears trousers? I can't do much to change them except take them in and add something that looks like a skirt."

[Assistant]
Aulfr just stepped back and watched her mess with his overlarge clothes, carefully considering the political ramifications. He mulled it over, as he observed her picking out what she wanted, before replying. "I'll see what I can do concerning boots. In the meantime- you'll be staying in here for a few days. I'll get the supplies, but once you're out, you better get what you need yourself. You'll be my personal servant, so you'll be staying the night in this room every night. And, no one will dare question you. I'll have to put my personal symbol on you- you'll be opposed otherwise."

He smiled, inwardly. The beautiful petite foreigner suddenly seen walking about in trousers and leather, doing a steward's work, whispers of her knife meeting enemies of Aulfr Volsung? It'll cause some ripples. Some will want to ally with him- others won't. And his new weapon will cement his power among them.

He let her pick out what she wanted, before he stepped forward and pulled out a relatively innocent-looking shortsword, its blade and most of its hilt hidden and buried in its scabbard. Drawing the shortsword, he revealed one of the rarest of Noxan swords- crafted by one of the rare, long-dead master blacksmiths of the Nox. The bluish blade with the slightly swirly-patterned steel, hilt inlaid with gems and trimmed with gold, ancient runes inscribed in the middle of the one-sided blade. Unmatched in strength- its said that it can break regular iron and even some weaker steel swords, and remaining sharper three times as long.

He let her eyes fall on the priceless sword- and then he rammed it home. "You know what this is. Remain loyal to me, and I'll see to getting you one of your own." He smirked at her, and then attached it to his belt- making sure it was strong and secure. Not many people could dual wield effectively enough to replace sword-and-shield or just a single double-handed sword- in the entire world- but if anyone could manage it, Aulfr could. A rougher handaxe, made for general use, and the beautiful, but hidden, Noxan mastercrafted sword, now at the Volsung's disposal.

"I'll come back with lunch. Try not to leave my rooms in broad daylight through my window- I'll have to kill you if anyone saw you. A pity that'd be, no?"

And then he walked out, leaving the criminal hunter to her own devices in a foreign room.

[User]
Aleksandra hardly paid attention to the sword. She had no interest in swords, seeing as it was one of the few weapons she had absolutely no skill in wielding. Her father had tried desperately to teach her, but daggers and the staff were her calling. She remembered the weight of her daggers in her hands and wondered sadly where they might be. Often, if the slave was carrying valuables upon capture, the slavers would let the masters judge whether or not to include it in the payment. Saints, her horse had been more valuable than every weapon and article of clothing in Volsung's wardrobe ten times over. A beautiful dappled grey Tirion river horse, the hardest breed to ride. One could never break or tame a Tirion horse. Caego would most definitely be in the castle stables if she looked there. She'd not be getting him back. And after all the trouble she'd gone to when stealing him, she thought with a sigh.

As for her daggers and staff, they'd been of fine make, along with her hand-painted wolf mask from Xiang-Bao. It was possible they were all in storage somewhere in the castle. She'd ask the prince once he returned. But until then, she had clothing to make. She crept to the door and peeked out, catching the attention of the nearest guard. He looked as if he might ask her to go back in, but she flashed a sweet smile at him. After charming him for a few minutes, she asked for a needle and thread. "Mending the master's clothes, I am." She got what she needed and then set to work.

She cut a few inches from the legs of both sets of trousers, and then one long rip down each side. Taking them in to fit her was easy and only took about an hour. She set the finished products aside and set to work on the tunics. They were a greater challenge, with more seams and more fabric. In the end she shortened the sleeves and bottoms, then cut out some panels in the backs and laced them with ribbons almost like a corset, but not as tight. She'd need some sort of cloak to wear when she was outside, but at least the clothing now fit and looked flattering on her. Almost at an afterthought, she sewed the colorful scarves she'd found onto the hips of the trousers until they looked like short half-skirts, feminine enough that she supposed she wouldn't be bothered.

She pulled on her new clothes and stood in front of a mirror sat in the corner of the room. She looked more like a woman than she wanted to, and the tunic was stretched tighter across her ample chest than was comfortable, but it would do for now. She could fight and walk and run in these clothes, and that was all that mattered. She turned and glanced over her shoulder at the skin of her back, exposed every inch or so by the ribbons. Her scars were easily visible, but if no one looked too closely they might not notice. She deemed her clothes to be satisfactory, then settled down in the prince's bed to take a nap. The drug the slavers had used was still in her system and she felt the need to sleep it off. She had nothing better to do, anyways.


[System]
Age: 30 (Did not age while trapped in HFIL, but is aging again now)

Gender: Male

Appearance:

Canon, AU, or OC?: Canon

Universe of Origin: Dragonball Z

Personality: Raditz is an arrogant, mocking warrior, convinced that he is the strongest in the universe. Of course, due to this view he is prone to self-delusion, as he is without a doubt the weakest enemy the Z Warriors ever faced. He is also manipulative, and a pathological liar. However, when on the ropes, he becomes cowardly, as his one death was traumatic and he fears a second.

Raditz will run from an enemy he knows he cannot defeat, and tends to willingly attack only when he knows he is going to win.

Abilities/Weapons: His time trapped in HFIL has done nothing to boost his powers, and he still possesses the pathetic power level of 1,200 with which he died. He can improve this dramatically through intensive training or through near-death experiences, but Raditz is loathe to train and will refuse to put himself in a near-death situation if he can avoid it.

Despite his weakness for a member of his species, he is still far stronger than a normal human being. He can utilize his ki to fly, fire energy blasts from his hands, and fight for hours without tiring. He never learned the technique to read energy, which causes him to overestimate his skills and pick fights with enemies he has no hope of defeating. At the moment, he possesses no scouter, as it was broken on Earth and he has been unable to replace it.

Raditz possesses his tail, which allows him to transform in to a Great Ape if he looks at the full moon. Great Ape Raditz is both ten times larger and ten times stronger than normal. As a true Saiyan warrior, he retains control of himself when transformed.

It is also worth noting that, while his heart is pure evil, Raditz has never been placed in a situation of extreme need. As a result the power of a Super Saiyan has never revealed itself to him.

Current Power Level: 1,200 (12,000 in Great Ape form)

Backstory: During his youth, Raditz worked as member of the Saiyan Army. He was assigned to work alongside a young Prince Vegeta. When Frieza ordered all the Saiyans to return to Planet Vegeta, the prince refused the order and Raditz stayed with him on the planet they were invading. After his race's demise, he worked alongside Vegeta and Nappa directly for Frieza's Galactic Frieza Army. While working with a team led by Vegeta, Raditz traveled to Earth to discover if Kakarot had finished the mission that he was sent on as a baby over two decades prior: the conquest of Earth. Upon arrival, however, Raditz discovered that Kakarot had lost his violent Saiyan tendencies and also had no knowledge of his true ancestry or his mission. Raditz attempted to persuade Goku to join him and become a Planet Trade pirate, but to no avail. He was slain by Piccolo on Earth, along with Kakarot. While his final transmission would continue the story of Kakarot and Piccolo, he himself was confined to the Home For Infinite Losers in the afterlife.

However, due to the shenanigans of Janemba many years later, Raditz was finally able to escape from HFIL along with the Dictator, but rather than finding himself on Earth, he found himself in a strange, unfamiliar multiverse. Where the heck was he?

Faction: None

[User]
Seiga - Abandoned Basement, Capital City, AgK

"Mm, so your route that went directly through several open rooms and up a set of stairs did not actually go through several open rooms and up a set of stairs? I'll keep that in mind. So, what you're actually expecting is for me to do absolutely everything for you, because you are incapable of doing this otherwise, yes? So, in essence...", Seiga cradled her face in one hand and smiled, "...You need me. Would you like to begin negotiations?"

[Assistant]
Nono, Castle Tepes

Leaving aside any doubt that they were being tricked, Nono smiled as she followed Saber and the Queen further on into the castle, ready for the job that they had to do. They were going to have fun in the process, after all, so why shouldn't she enjoy herself? Certainly the Fraternity had taught her that she couldn't be serious all the time.

She was definitely impressed though with the castle, the old style mixed with the modern appliances doing relatively little for her, given where she had come from. It had to have been a pain to set up, but if someone could afford it then that was fine, and she certainly wasn't going to complain either way.

That wasn't even taking into account the various servants, whom earned a lot of curious gazes from Nono and others. Things besides base humans and space monsters were fairly strange, though less so than they had been before, and she made sure to smooth these sorts of things over with a smile and wave, accepting them for who they were. They were interesting as well, and she was appreciative of the job they did as well. It was a hard life for a maid.

But on she went, heading with them down a spiral staircase, and the skeletons catching her eye for a moment. Well then, that was...unexpected? And why were they keeping it there? "Oh, okay," she replied calmly, moving on past there with the reassurance.

At last they reached the gem and wide open room it was housed it. And Nono would admit that the picture did it no justice, both in the sheer size of the thing, as well as the color and make of it, beyond anything she had similarly seen. It wasn't hard to believe what the Queen said about it, though it left one to wonder how the Shadow Eternity planned to steal something so big. "Wow, it's amazing," she commented aloud, sincere in that appreciation.

It was at that point that Gintoki decided to leave, Non frowning as she shifted towards his departing form. "Hey, you can't just leave," she called after him. "We're on a mission!" She huffed then, not exactly amused by her companion. "Honestly...." At least she knew Onee-sama would never do something like that.

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Misaka 10,032, Academy City

Somehow, Misaka wasn't surprised as Marisa took the first opportunity to run for it, pulling her broom out of her hat and zooming into the air. She responded quickly, all tings told, raising her gun and firing into the air after her, though she stopped once it became obvious that it was a mere waste of ammunition, and nothing more. She wouldn't waste her time on pointless efforts, though she did consider switching to her automatic anti-tank rifle. But that was rejected as well, leaving her with little choice.

"Understood," Misaka replied succinctly as she began to sprint after Marisa, gun held in a comfortable grip. Such runs were nothing new, and indeed she was not going to tire any time soon either. Catching up would be another matter entirely, but once they did the Witch would find out why running was a bad idea, at least while she remained in Academy City.

At the same time, she multitasked, drawing on the other assets of support available for the completion of this mission with a minimal of collateral damage. Ideally. "Sister Network has been contacted. Moving to intercept." That, of course, didn't rule out less savory elements of the cities organization, but hopefully they could get to her first. If only for Marisa's safety and not their own positions.

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Ilyasviel von Einzbern, Shadow Eternity HQ

As if reading her, mind, shortly after saying that things were boring, the base intercom had gone off, informing them that it was time to get going for the mission at hand. That brought an anticipatory grin to Ilya's face as she rose from her seat on the couch, ready to get going and to have some fun.

Standing, wind billowed about as she shifted from normal garb to her combat clothes, tattered red cape fluttering as it appeared. That done, she headed for the hangar bay, taking it a bit easy rather than going all out. She'd get there soon enough, and once she arrived she'd only have to wait for everyone else to show up anyway. But at least she had something to look forward to now, and she would not be left behind.

[User]
Fujiwara no Mokou

Following the swordsman's pronouncement that they should head north, the far older girl offered what seemed to be the only sensible opinion on the subject: "What's the point of going north before we find out where we are?"

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Kerri the Twice-Betrayer

As the final clasps on her armour were locked, a call came to assemble in the hangar--a call that, for an obvious reason, the fallen knight had no reason to actually head. With the grunts filing in and others--including that brutish green thing that claimed to be an orc despite being far more like a troll--and no huge resistance expected, Kerri dismissed her mount and squire. No sense risking her personal servants with so many troops around. One-of-Many, of course, was staying with her--she hardly trusted the thing to leave her sight for even a minute and it was quite capable of staying out of danger if things turned bad.

Ready for the mission, the blackguard's hands firmly grasped her blade's hilt.

[Assistant]
@Minder

Kanji, Museum World

After killing the wolf Take-Mikazuchi disappears.

Kanji took a few steps back before any of the ice could get on him or his clothes. As Cinder fell Kanji was about to attack but failed to react in time before she got up and sent out an attack of shards and arrows. Putting up the shield and crouching he was able to block her attack but not without visible marks left on the plate. "This should help us. Matarukaja!" A flash of light quickly surrounds Kanji and Blake before disappearing.

[User]
Shirley - Castle Tepes

Shirley stared blankly for a few moments, slowly drifting back and away from the apparent... salespeople? She was confused, and her nerves were easily-frayed at the best of times. Looking nervously back over her shoulder, she swiftly found that there was no-one else present who could take over for her. No, she was left to try and handle this herself.

Growing ever so slightly more transparent, she took another reflexive breath.

"U-um... well... I... h-her Highness is busy, um..." she trailed off for a few moments before finding her words again, "U-um... are... you with the... um... you-em-em-ay? I-I think that was it..."

Kitchens - Castle Tepes

When some unknown man crashed through the ceiling, the maids were quick to act. Some, the more normal ones, ducked for cover. Others readied themselves for a potential fight. It wasn't their usual duty, but it was all they could do in service of her highness.

A seemingly-human maid calmly pulled two large handguns out from her skirt, as well.

At least they were prepared, but it would soon be proven that they were overreacting in spite of the property damage.

Kirisame Marisa - Academy City

Marisa was, certainly, unwilling to let go of anything she had stolen. So for now, at least, the beetles were a good idea.

Feeling the wing whip past her, Marisa cruised towards the buildings that made up Academy City. Excitedly, she cruised between them, lowering as she did to get a good look at anyone below her. She'd find some person who looked interesting and see what she could steal from them. After all, that made the most sense, didn't it? To try and find stuff to steal as quickly as possible? It wasn't like she wasn't planning on heading back, so she had to spend her time wisely. Her eyes scanned the surprised crowds as she zoomed low, doing her best to spot anything remotely exciting.

Black Rock Shooter - Client World 576143290-B

Immediately, all dialogue was replaced with familiar kanji. The screen dissolved to reveal a simple window with various options.

One was labeled "recent coordinates".

"[CLASSIFIED. Proper Clearance Required to Access these Coordinates]"
"120-332-456-780"
"249-000-715-999"
"343-214-898-100"

Below this list, there was a spot that allowed text to be entered, labeled simply "Please Enter Desired Coordinates".

Black Rock Shooter approached. Silently, she peered over Misaka's shoulder at the screen. Logically, this must have been the way the teleportation device was operated. Still the otherself made no comment. Why should she? It was likely that the other girl had guessed something similar. And so she simply silently regarded the number sequences. There was no real indication of where the coordinates lead to...

The blonde girl, meanwhile, was staring concertedly at Suwako's hat.

The School

"Wait a moment," the girl insisted. She flicked the blood from her katana and sheathed it, allowing her cape to drop and conceal her upper body once more. Now that they had cleared the area, it seemed like the perfect time to attempt to explain what was going on. Neither of them looked particularly versed in technology, though at least the girl seemed to have some supernatural abilities given how she ignited the building with no visible exterior methods.

"I have some things to explain," she began, "I'm not sure how much either of you have seen recently, but I'll begin by saying that this is not the world either of you originate from."

[Assistant]
Dante - Castle Tepes Kitchens

Dante turned his head at the sound of a pair of slides being pulled back. Pointing a fingergun at the maid, he said "Bang" with a wink before turning to the side. With a singular wave of his hand, Dante was stripped of both his coat and shirt, his lithe, muscular body at the ready.The devil hunter bounced on the balls of his feet, warming up with some shadowboxing.

 Next, Dante immediately walked away from the maid, and began pulling several sticks of pepperoni from the bag, tossing it the air before jumping up to meet it. Swinging the Rebellion back and forth, the meat stick soon fell back onto the counter, having been cut into perfect 0.333 centimeter thick slices.

[User]
Raditz - Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria
With a gusto bordering on rudeness, Raditz SEIZED the pizza and began to snarf it down. Table manners were nonexistent for this elite Saiyan warrior! The pizza was devoured with the force of a black hole!

"Don't be ridiculous! I will hunt this giant monster that... EHHHEH?!?"

Pudding.

He'd heard of this dish.

They said, in the ancient legends, that the God of Destruction Beerus could be stymied by a well made pudding. For a food to stop a God so! It must truly be the greatest food imaginable!

"GYAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Raditz laughed. "I will go to this castle and SLAY ALL MY FOES! Then, this pudding shall be MINE!"


[System]
Normal Appearance:

Alternate form:

Former faction: Autobots

Role: Ground / Fire Support

Weapons and tools:
* Energon Tomahawk
* Neutron Assault Rifle
* 2x Thermo Rocket Launcher

Personality: Turbulence seemingly forever sees himself under the command of someone higher up and that's just fine by him... except when said CO gets themselves deactivated permanently, Turbulence is then quick to refer over to the next ranking officer up on the food chain. The Autobot soldier does not feel okay with the idea of being a leader and the job's heavy responsibilities it comes with. Turbulence would rather be on the frontlines receiving taking orders than giving them.

It's quite possible the transforming gunship suffers from too little self-confidence and more than enough worry; which is unfortunate and unusual given the number of battlefield accommodations Turbulence had unknowingly earned by his previous commanding officers. Turbulence is quite the tactical genius when it counts and is often openly insightful on a lot of topics, especially during the flow of battle where he can quickly coordinate with his fellow Autobots on the ground and air.

History: Surprisingly, Turbulence at one point had nearly joined the Decepticons, being one of the many unhappy mechs professing their frustrations with the corrupt Senate at the time. However, he soon learned that the Decepticon's earliest insurgencies were not what he had in mind as a just cause to get behind and quickly joined the Autobot faction once they emerged. He eventually found himself on the frontlines; somewhere he had been trying to avoid during the first volleys of the conflict.

But it was the battlefield he had probably belonged on in the first place. Turbulence showed an unfamiliar sense of battlefield prowess much of the early Autobot-aligned Cybertonians at the time lacked; being more civilian formed militias than the battle-hardened gladiators and angry mobs of the Decepticons. During one heavy engagement with the Decepticons, Turbulence spent several cycles in his Alt. Mode supporting allied troops, only topping off on Energon and ammunition when he ran nearly dry on both reserves.

Turbulence's current unit face incredible fighting in the defense against a Decepticon counter-attack while much of the Autobot's primary command and elite soldiers would take the war off-world in search of a new energy source as Cybertron's own resources would soon be on the verge to a non-renewable or reversible state. His platoon would soon be demolished and completely scattered due to the hard struggle. Turbulence soon found himself without any targets and even worse, no allies or any command to rally back with and left alone in uninhabited wasteland.

Extras and additional information:
* Has a tendency to remain in Alt. Mode as opposed to his more sapient form.
* Chassis has be modified for easy-accessible maintenance due to a history of damaging engagements.
* Voice - Steve Blum
* Theme - Transformers: War for Cybertron OST - Transport Flight

Relations with other characters:
* Prism - (Coming Soon)
* Sklog - (Coming Soon)
* Nightscream - (Coming Soon)
* Cyclonus - (Coming Soon)

[User]
Sklog looked frantically back and forth between the elevator door and the incoming monster but it eventually decided he wasn't worth it and went after Prism who Sklog hoped would be able to handle herself against the beast that he was much too terrified of but the abomination got the best of her and now had her pinned. Sklog get out of here, Sklog live, Sklog no want to die! It was likely the end of Prism but Sklog would survive if Turbulence showed up and then he could finally be sa- and then there was darkness for Sklog. He had seemingly passed out once again but this time when he regained consciousness he wasn't in his Alt mode anymore and he was barreling towards the techno-organic monster with his weapons drawn.

Sklog was very scared at first, after all he was about to attempt to take down one of his biggest fears, but then he got a very, very familiar feeling that he hadn't felt since he woke up and that feeling was the feeling of battle. "Sklog help!" Sklog bellowed as he swung his mace with both hands at Blackarachnia like a baseball bat, hoping to knock it off of Prism at least. If this worked Sklog planned on beating on that thing for as long as he could keep it on the ground. "Sklog not hide like Sparkling! Sklog fight like Dinobot!" he yelled hoping to give himself some more confidence but his limitedly intelligent mind didn't see any way of this fight going well for him.

[Assistant]
As the elevator cabin neared its approach to Sub Level Twenty, Turbulence was slowly becoming aware of the loud and bellowing noises above him, echoing through the shaft. It was if a struggle was ensuing and it was becoming more apparent the closer he came to his destination. The Autobot grew more concerned, now believing Prism and Sklog had gotten themselves into serious trouble. Sadly, cabin's control panel featured no way to manipulate the platform's ascension rate; it wasn't surprising really but it certainly was agonizing to wait for the cabin to arrive slowly.

"C'mon..."Turbulence groaned, itchy to deploy his armaments as soon as he could confirm any sign on hostility on the coming floor.

Just as the cabin door's finally retracted having reached the platform's destination, Turbulence caught a glimpse of something truly ferocious. Before him was Prisim pinned to the ground by what looked like another Cybertronian but the entity's form appeared mutated and decayed, foreign and natural components were exposed through force protrusion or left dangling out of the desecrated chassis. As much as Turbulence wanted to question what this thing was, it was evident that Prism was about to meet the AllSpark; a result Turbulence did not kindly favor.

However, fate had quickly intervened with a mighty mace swinging into Prism's attacker with tremendous force before Turbulence could arm himself, sending the defiled form flying across the poorly lit facility. The Autobot flyer soon found the mace had belonged to Sklog as the Decepticon Dinobot came into view, charging in pursuit towards the assailed abomination. While a spectacular sight, Turbulence rushed to Prism offering his free hand to assist her whereas is right arm, trained on the mutated Cybertronian, had morphed into one of his Thermo Rocket Launchers, hot fumes drooling from each of the red-glowing tubes as they powered up.

"I think now would be a good time to leave." insisted Turbulence.

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As soon as Turbulence stepped out of the cabin, it shot up, opening the drop below it that went as far as level S50. If one was to listen, they could hear the blast of air being forced up followed by the dulled hum of jet engines ascending the shaft. As Nightscream sped upwards, she decided to play with the spiderbot'S mind a little bit more when she witnessed her initial outburst.

Patchign to the contorl of the speakers, she manipulated the volume on each of them to make it sound like she as somewhere on the floor with them, changing the direction with pretty much every sentence to confuse the specimen. "Ha. Haha."

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"Did you forget already, Blackarachnia? Maybe I should poke around in your memory. The experiments are never over. You are mine to play with. Mine to enjoy."

The seeker switched on the afterburner and thrust vectoring, making a booming sharp turn from the elevator shaft into the room in front of the door. Never let it be said that she sneaked up on anyone, although she did make the last sentence appear to be coming from the other side of the room. Transforming mid-air and landing in a roll, all of her weapon pods opened up and her blades deployed.

It seemed the other bots and con managed to get separated from the spiderbot. Good. Nightscream's visor snapped shut as she charged straight at the organic, wrist blasters letting loose and one of her null cannons fighting her movements in an atempt to acquire a lock. In a fighting mood, the others seemed to completely vanish from her awareness. All there was here for Nightscream at the present was Blackarachnia - too valuable a specimen to offline. If a stasis pod did not work, Nightscream would just have to build a cage, right? Fun.

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It was too quick for even Blackarachnia to process before it was too late. Sklog's mace collided with the mutated 'Con and refused to allow her to get up. Oils and some strange other liquid similar to blood now stained Sklog's mace. Nightscream's voice didn't help her at all either, and the moment that Sklog pulled away for another swing, she shot her venom at the dinobot and scrambled away. twisting and contorting into her alternate form and hiding on the ceiling.

Her words had long since been chipped away into unintelligible screeches and screams of agony and horror. Blackarachnia's voice surrounded her in all directions, forcing her in every direction to evade the seamstress of her nightmares.

Meanwhile, Prism gladly took the hand offered to her and used it to pull herself up. "Thanks. I guess the gang's all here." She wondered what history the insane decepticon and Nightscream had, but it was for a time that wasn't now.

She used her visor to keep track of Blackarachnia and Nightscream's movements, watching the jet chase the spider around the room.

Blackarachnia continued to run, hoping to break free of the chase at every turn available to her. The carcasses scattered pm the ground mattered to her. All of her hard work, all of her meals, they would be for nothing if she couldn't escape the room. They cheered her on, her voices. Every memory of every cybertronian she killed and ate fabricated into its own personality within her, telling her what to do, where to go.

"The silent spy will always be better than the noisy doctor!" Blackarachnia screeched. "The brother knew best! They told me what he said! What he was doing when the BLADES pierced his spark! THEY told me you could have saved him~!" She spun around and bolted at Nightscream, heading for the elevator shaft to escape. "The coward stayed on cybertron to watch her pet! The cowardly sister chose herself over others!"

The voices of the fallen whispered to her ears, feeding her with bits and scraps that she formed into fabricated memories and thoughts. She believed his death, her cowardice. Her mind was far too warped to make any decisions on her own.

Turning to the elevator, Prism took a glance at Turbulence. "So." She stated monotonously. "Do you want to watch Nightscream take Blackarachnia apart? Look around? Get out of this nightmare of a sub-level?"

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"Twinkle twinkle little star, how I wonder what you are. Up above the world so high, like a diamond in the sky." Nightscream sung as Blackarachnia stuck herself to the ceiling. A mistake, since her shoulder pod was able to track her far better above, something that was indicated by the humming tone that told the scientist so. Sending the appropriate command in a millisecond, the paralyzing weapon let out a screeching tone as it released its charge.

Not waiting to see whether it hit, the seeker raised her arms and peppered the ceiling with blaster rounds for a good measure - Rachnee was one agile Ugly. The blasts raised a lot of the dust that has been gathering in the level since it was sealed, forcing Nightscream to pull up thermal and electromagnetic filters on her visor to find the she-spider. "Be a good girl and go to your room, Rachnee." she snickered.

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Turbulence could hear the grinding friction of the elevator cabin behind him abruptly shooting upwards as if by some unknown force. With his rockets tubes still trained on the mutant as Sklog engaged it, the Autobot glanced back to the shaft just in time to catch the roar of jet engines screeching upwards, quickly closing in on their floor.

"What the-"

Before Turbulence could even comprehend the new set of events that were unraveling, soon came the most chassis-rattling sound he had ever heard: Nightscream's distorted and diabolic laughter filling the facility. Her harsh voice manifested through the floor's local intercom, terrorizing someone by the name of Blackarachnia. Turbulence suspected the Decepticon medic, or mad doctor as this point, was referring to the disfigured Cybertronian that jumped Prism earlier as "Blackarachnia" stumbled in every direction as if she were in agony. Whatever history that was between Blackarachnia and Nighscream was a topic Turbulence wished not to dissect further.

Eventually, Nightscream shot through the exposed elevator entrance with her Alt mode's mad maneuverability and soon converted into her true form, literally dog-fighting Blackarachina with her feet, chasing the still-terrified Cybertronian around the room with guns blazing. Seeing as Nightscream was well occupied and seemed to have the situation under control, Turbulence disengaged and retracted his rocket launcher back into his forearm's frame, revealing his hand in the process. Observing the unfolded scene and comprehending what had transpired, there was one thing Turbulence wanted to do now; leave.

"Yeah, I'd rather not be here anymore." replied Turbulence to Prism's flat query as he turned to the elevator, "Except the platform looks damn well jammed currently...Though if I were to transform, I could carry you and Sklog..."

Wait a minute...

"Ah, crap." Turbulence groaned, realizing the big guy was on the other side of the room, now concealed by a thick cloud of dust created by Nightscream's and Blackarachnia's conflict.


[System]
Color:
Goldenrod

Age:
19

Gender:
Female

Description:

Standing at a rather tall five foot eight, Senna can be a rather intimidating appearance wise. She has long rusty red colored hair, and her face is usually adorned with either a confident, playful smirk or a scowl, depending on if she thinks you're being an idiot. She has bright green eyes (much to her dismay, it's her least favorite color).

She has a slender, though not unattractive frame that built more for agility and speed rather than straight up endurance.

Normally she wears simple, but durable leather coat for armor with simple brown leggings and leather gloves and boots , though on rare times when she's not she replaces her coat with a light vest and white shirt. She's not really one for fashion.

Occupation:
Thief, breaker of hearts, adventurer, thrill seeker, the best looking woman in oasis, and your new best friend!

At least, according to her. She's got quite a bit of an ego and doesn't shut up ever about her thievery exploits. Most of which, are highly exaggerated. Most. The bit about her breaking into the Queens palace and stealing? Yeah, that's true.

Personality/Bio:
Senna never knew her parents. Or at least her memories of them are vague and fleeting at best. At most, she remembers their names and their faces. Saghir, her father and Melek, her mother. What she does know about them is that they were once merchants, and they had a fairly comfortable life until she was around seven years old. She doesn't entirely know what happened, but one day they were just out of money. Her parents sold their shop and other assets, and gave Sen a rather large sum of money that they could spare, and took the rest and brought traveling supplies.

They headed into the desert, leaving her behind and she never saw them again. All she has to remember them by, is a simple dagger hilt, a relic from he gave to her before him and her mom left for the desert.

The money helped a little, but she burned through it fast. She lost most of it to thieves and pickpockets. She had led a pampered life until then, so she had no idea how to go about surviving on the streets. Thankfully, she had always been a bit of a stubborn brat so she adapted quickly to the life of a street rat. She taught herself how to use a sword, fashioned her own makeshift armor out of bits and pieces of leather, and lived a fairly easy life as a thief until she was 14.

She met Emiar, another street rat. The two became fast friends, and led a little kiddie gang of delinquents in the poorer section of Oasis. She was designated their leader, and Eimar was her second. They had a pretty good thing going, too. Pick pocketing, general thievery and mischief, and otherwise getting up to no good. They kept at this until most of the kids grew up and moved on. But, well, Senna and Eimar? It was all either of them really knew how to do.

When she turned 19, they decided to get the gang back together for one last thievery scheme. Most of the populace considered their little gang to be nothing more than minor a nuisance. So when they hatched a scheme to steal from the queen herself? Well, no one expected that. And no one expected them to actually get as far as they did either.

They almost made it out without even getting caught.

Even the best plans go awry, though. And this one did. Horribly. Senna was arrested, and Eimar managed to escape with one other, but a few others were killed. An accident, or so the guards say, but it doesn't matter. Considering all things, she got off luckier than some that might have gotten arrested for breaking into the palace and accused of treason. She rotted in the palace dungeons for a few months, until the news of the expedition reached her ears thanks to some talkative soldiers.

This was it.

This was her chance to explore the outside. To finally do what she had always wanted to do!

She managed to convince the soldiers and government that letting her go on this expedition would be less expensive than letting her rot in the dungeons for eternity. She had nothing else to lose at that point, so she might as well, shouldn't she?

-Personality-
Infinitely curious and a little roguishly mischievous would probably sum up Senna's personality in two short words. Oh, and stubborn, can't forget stubborn. She's fairly friendly to most, and she doesn't judge anyone base on rumors, race, status, or anything like that. She doesn't care much for academics or technobabble about fire arms, steam, or things like that. She has better things to be doing - like hitting on that cute girl down the street.

Quick witted and fairly adaptable, she is light on her feet and isn't easily flustered or offended.

She has always wanted to go explore the desert and what lies outside of it. If asked, she'd deny it but it's been her secret dream since she was a child. She fully intends to see the world and explore it to the fullest, and she doesn't have any plans to die any time soon, tales of danger be damned.

Possessions:
Senna wears simple, but functional leather armor and carries a curved bronze cutlass, along with a simple wrist mounted crossbow and some bolts, though she doesn't use it much. They were the only items she was allowed to have returned. She used to have a few pieces of iron armor patched onto her leather armor, but they confiscated them when she was arrested, and since they could no longer find the owner of who she stole them from, the state happily took them.

She has also elected to carry a journal for this journey. She wishes to keep a record of events and catalogue anything...interesting the find.

[User]
The Wanderer: Gabriel Del'Tannon

Gabe nodded at Hannibal's apology. It was an odd custom, but one he'd seen before. He made sure to give him a pat on the back as soon as he turned to go. It looked like his spirits weren't dampened though. "Ho! My fellow beacons of life in this cruel wasteland! A joyous close to the first day, isn't it? I feel as if the whole of Oasis couldn't stop us if they tried! With luck this blasted desert won't either." Gabe was usually averse to such men, but with a suicide mission like this, he was glad they had a leader with such spirit. "Reckon so." he replied to Hannibal's announcement.

He began to move on at that, the Caravan still moving at a brisk pace, before the Nekroz girl invited him to sit by the fire that night. She made it sound ominous, but he knew better. He glanced back at her as he led his own mount away, and tipped his hat in acceptance. He'd join her, if only to sit by a fire and listen. The desert still sprawling before them and Oasis sinking into the distance, he might need a strong drink to lift his spirits.
@Snagglepuss89

[Assistant]
When the woman finished stumbling over her words Hannibal let out a sigh of exasperation before shoving the bottle of wine he was holding into her hands. The woman clearly needed the drink more than he did, and seemed to be growing more flustered by the moment. If her words caused him any thought at all, it was unnoticeable. Although underneath all the fluster she seemed... dangerous somehow to him. Storing that info in the back of his mind, he clapped a hand onto her shoulder and replied with confidence:

"My dear, it doesn't matter if Oasis were to chase us or not, and it doesn't matter whether we are greeted with love or disdain."

He then pivoted, facing the setting sun once more and pointed towards it, as if in challenge and began shouting.

"We are on a journey of greatness and goodness! So some of us are reviled? Bah! People are quick to forget, thieves will become heroes, and Oasis will remember us fondly! I say feed your pasts to the pack and be done with them! Our futures are to be grand! And Oasis grander for our efforts!"

Hannibal then turned to the two newcomers as they approached and addressed him. He took a moment to size them up. The man almost felt like a kindred spirit, in some respects. The woman, however, young and attractive as she was felt... Felt a lot like the tanned woman he had just been talking to. Hannibal's feel for people had kept him alive over the years, and he was inclined to trust his instincts.

Ava Hemmingway, I'll hav-

His thoughts were interrupted as she introduced the man next to her, all thoughts of responding to her flattery having thrown out of his head. Instantly he clapped his hands onto the man's shoulder and spun him around once in delight, letting out a laugh of enthusiasm. He had suspected this man was accompanying them when he read through the ledger, but to actually have it confirmed...

"Urs Uring, yes? My word, what a surprise to have you aboard this little venture! I've kept up on all your work over these years, fascinating stuff. If we'd had these advancements at the palace twenty years ago, why... Things may be mighty different now in Oasis I tell you! Have you had any more success transmuting metals? I'm beginning to fear it's impossible, personally. The possibilities though! Imagine being able to convert copper to steel, forget that gold nonsense, it'd be revolutionary! We all know it's lack of iron holding us back technologically."

Almost as an afterthought he turned to the young mercenary. She'd get to meet a famous person face to face? Was she so ignorant of her current company? Still, he supposed there might be a slight difference in the level of celebrity status between him and Urs. That or perhaps the woman was one of those idiots who read newspapers instead of books. Regardless, he gave her a bow of indulgence, she certainly wasn't the first fan he'd ever greeted.

"The Hannibal Bartleby Hughes at your service, Ava. I promise to do my utmost to keep us alive and well on our journey towards discovery."

He grinned and finally took her hand after speaking. At the same time, drawing his sword and giving another theatrical slash towards the sun. The fans seemed to love that stuff, and he was nothing if not indulgent.

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"Hey, don't worry about Hannibal." Senna laughed. "I'm pretty sure he gets that on a daily basis. I do too sometimes." She laughed as Aurelia mentioned they should have seen to Hannibal first. Well, maybe she should have, but she honestly couldn't stand those jackasses that were laughing at Aurelia. Well, at least they had more or less been silenced by her threat which was good for now. So the redhead merely gave Aurelia a wide grin as said she was alright. That was good. It would be kinda bad to get injured out here so soon and early. Well, with that out of the way, she should probably get moving.

Senna watched Hannibals little display with a small hum of interest. She hadn't seen something quite like that before. Some sort of...promise or something? Apology? Why couldn't he just say sorry or something? The only apology she'd accept was a drink and possibly a compliment telling her how pretty she was...okay, maybe just a verbal apology. She honestly wasn't one for apologies in general. Whatever Hannibal did was maybe a bit much to her, but hey if he wanted to do that then that was his thing. Not her place to say something about it.

The redhead watched Aurelia walk away, and her offer of joining her tonight. Well, there was an enticing offer. Senna hadn't been lying about her being adorable of course, she found most women adorable in some way but that was besides the point. Most people might consider that a bit bad, but well, she only offered her compliments because they were completely true. Most of the time. Unless she was being catty and sarcastic, which she liked to think she did quite well.

"Yeah, sure! I'll see ya there." She called out after the soldier. She'd talk with her later, but for now though the redhead moved back to the front of the Caravan. She wanted a front row seat to everything, and the front of the caravan was obviously the place to be for that. Night would be coming soon, though. The desert was already cooling down, and chances were they'd stop soon.


[System]
Age: 29

Race: Human

Sex: Male

Skills: Survival, Sneak, Melee Weapons, Small Arms, Animal Husbandry

Weapons & armor/clothing:
1x Mismatch of tribal and raider leathers as armor
1x Hunting Shotgun
1x Hunting Knife

(Previous) Occupation(s): Caesar's Legion (former), Wanderer

Faction (Minutemen, Institute, BOS, Railroad, None. Etc): None

Backstory:
Royce hails from the Hangdogs, a tribe located in northeastern Colorado near Denver, the tribe mostly kept to itself and with it's obsession with hounds, it was inevitable that Royce was trained to running with his own pack of wild dogs from the hordes that infest Denver. The worship of dogs was common among his tribe, seeing them as their spirit animals. Royce was 12 when the Legion tore through his tribe's encampment and enslaved them to become legionnaires.

Royce spent the next 16 years within the legion forced into becoming a soldier against his will. It was 16 years of forced conflict that hardened him to the horrors of war and made him grow to resent his platoon's leader; little more than a slavemaster to his people. Little did Royce know that the life of the legion took its toll on his superior too. In the dead of night during a cold September, the slaver fled his camp eastwards. Royce didn't waste a second taking the brief chance given to him to flee east and chase the man down, hellbent on making him pay for the atrocities he has committed onto Royce's people and the ones who got in their way.

After months of travel, Royce's hunt lead him to the commonwealth. It was there that he tracked his former slaver, who has picked up mercenary work for quick caps. With vengeance still driving him on, Royce made quick work of locating him and confronting him.
The slavers current employer intervened, only to turn out to be an extra scalp on his belt. Without the fiendish drive of vengeance to spur Royce on in his travels he now wanders aimlessly, seeking a new purpose in this unfamiliar land.

Appearance/Personality:
Royce is a large man, withered by the never-ending wars raged by the trials that come with three decades of survival. Enslaved for more than half of his life to a ferocious army hellbent on ruin, Royce thrived as little more than a conscious weapon used against interlopers before his recent escape. If he ever had a name beyond this one, it has been long forgotten. The story of his youth is burnt into history through the scorch of flame and the spilling of blood on soil.

Running with wild dogs by night and day, his dark skin is littered with grisly scarring from the jaws of hounds. Each one is received as a blessed penance, for his people worship these apex canines as deities. His body is unkempt and unshaven, with dark wiry hairs running over the bare patches of sinewy skin, halted only by aging scars and scattered lacerations.

Like the hound, he is known for displaying the extremes of loyalty and ruthlessness. He is unforgiving to those who trespass him and persistent with his desires. His slavery has stripped his morals to bare bone through the years and alleviated him from much of the restrictions of fear, leaving him an intimidating opponent and deadly enemy. Though world-wise and experienced in many ways, he is oblivious to the sciences and technology, robbed of any means of education.

[User]
Brandy Brooks – Ace's Diner

"Whoa, hold on a minute there. No one is going back up there yet. First of all you could've inquired before putting a sign on my roof. What if you had fallen? I've been meaning to reinforce it, and last thing I need is someone walking up there." Ace said as he stood next to Brandy and placed his hands on her shoulders.

"No it won't." Steve replied as he took a slip of his coffee, "I don't know where you came Xiǎo gūniáng but I think you're forgetting were in an apocalyptic wasteland and sure things may be fairly "normal" and safe in towns like these but out there." Steve said as pointed to the wasteland "it's a fucking shithole; everyday people have to fight for their lives against raiders, mutants, hunger and all other sorts of wastelands horrors..."

"I know that Steve, but to blatantly put it out there like that? Is that really necessary?" Brandy pointed towards the ceiling.

"You might think drugs are bad but have you ever fought a super mutant? Killed someone for bottle of radiated piss? Or... beaten, starved and locked up in a bloody broom closet by your own fucking father for three days? Have you? HAVE YOU?" Steve asked as he stated directly at Brandy. Taking another slip of coffee Steve continued "For a small price I give people an escape from the karma overlords fucking hellhole that is the wasteland and allow them to indulge in their fantasies but No, you didn't think of that did you?

Brandy backed up a bit, she folded her arms and with a smug attitude, "If you killed for a bottle of pee you're just dumb. I have actually…haven't. But I have seen people do those things, people that I've cared for and they didn't need drugs to escape because they're not like you. You are just a…a…JERK!! You take advantage of people when they're down and…"

"Whoa, hold on a minute there. No one is going back up there yet. First of all you could've inquired before putting a sign on my roof. What if you had fallen? I've been meaning to reinforce it, and last thing I need is someone walking up there." Ace said as he stood next to Brandy and placed his hands on her shoulders, he kissed her cheek, "Now you need to calm down, okay? Frown lines don't suit that pretty face of yours. Don't worry I'm sure Steve and I will come to an understanding."

Brandy relished in the moment enjoying Ace comforting her. "If he wants a sign, fine, I guess, but it needs to be somewhere else is what I'm saying. It shouldn't be the first thing you see when you come into town."

Frieda entered the diner and stood back listening before interjecting, "Brandy, calm down a second," Frieda said gently, touching her friend on the arm. "What's going on? What's this about?"

Brandy's arm shot out and pointed at Steve, "Steve put that horrible sign on top of Ace's diner without permission and it needs to go. He is carrying on about giving people an escape by doing drugs and having sex. Ace rubbed Brandy's shoulders; it was starting to calm her down when Steve spoke up again.

"25% discount on all pleasure den services and products. I was gonna offer you that just to mention the den but I then though making a sign would be easier"

Brandy's jaw dropped, she narrowed her eyes and pointed aggressively at Steve, "You listen here Steve. Ace doesn't need a stupid discount, he has me." She reached up and put her hand on top of his, "I can make him happier than your stupid drugs and girls, you can take that 25% discount and shove it up your…" Frieda gently steered Brandy away from Steve and Brandy saw a tall woman take seat, she had her the woman say something but Steve had her so angry she didn't quit catch what was said.

"Well, Brandy, if Ace doesn't care, then there's not much you can do about it. Come on, let's go see Celeste. We can talk about this later, huh?" Frieda led Brandy towards the door. Brandy was shooting Steve down with her angry stare as she was escorted from the diner. Once outside Frieda lit a cigarette. "Honestly, if that creep wants to run his nest of disease and drugs, there's nothing any of us can really do about it. What we can do is maybe put him out of business. ...somehow." Frieda blew out some smoke and looked at Brandy, who appeared angry and appalled. "Wh -- no, NO, not like that. I mean, somehow run a counter business. Something like that," she rambled. "I don't have an idea exactly yet..."

"I will talk to Barney, we can put him out of business, I like that. He doesn't need to hide behind Ace either, that guy is such a jerk. He thinks he can just do whatever he feels like and slowly kill people with his drugs." Brandy raised her hands in surrender, "You're right, we can come up with something later, Salem doesn't need that type of place. Or at the very least Steve should respect the people's opinion in town."

They drew up to the double doors of the inn. Frieda tossed her cigarette butt over her shoulder and pulled one open, motioning for Brandy to enter. "After you."

"Thank you," Brandy said as she walked into the reception area of Celeste's place. Celeste was standing behind the counter directly opposite the door with her head resting in her hand fiddling with a pencil and a blank stare, "Good morning Celeste," Brandy looked around, "This place is amazing." She caught a glimpse of a Mr. Handy floating about the hallway behind Celeste, her eyes widened, "That is fantastic and this place is HUGE!!"

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Rook – Rook's Wall

Something felt off about today. Rook had been out here for a while, but so far no one had wandered up this way at all. His mind combed through various possibilities, but then he just shrugged. The trader did have the right idea, the boat would bring in fish and shelled food, it would help to improve the economy of the town... But it also made them a target. Rook looked at the wall he had been working on. It was primitive, but it would work at the very least. Popping his neck, he started to lay the logs down in the front. Using the sea water, torn up cloth scraps, and old ropes, he would wrap the logs with the rope and pack the gaps in with mud. He had seen this done before, to the west, and it was made to make simple mud houses.

The barrier was not that high, but he knew it was a start at very least. If they got attacked while he was working on the boat, they at least had a little bit of cover. Walking back to his shack, he knew the man was going to be arriving before long. Rook had gotten the cables off an old pre war construction device, as well as a number of pulleys, during his travels. These would come in handy as long as he had a place to hook them to. Docks usually had spots he could set them up at. Rook gathered all this up ans headed to the spot he was shown last night, where the boat was resting at.

"Rook is here. Let's get boat pulled up so you can start working on it."

[User]
Royce - Ace's Diner

Royce came to a stop before the five long dead corpses on the road leading into Salem. He wasn't sure whether to take this as a bad omen, or to praise the town's security. It had obviously been several hours since the dearly departed found their grave, blow files already festering on their skin and the risen early morning sun practically boiling them on the pavement. After ensuring the dead had already been looted, he figured out that one of the people involved in the kerfuffle had managed to survive. Barely, judging by the brief splotches of blood that trickled their way in the direction of the town. Whether it was the victim or the perpetrator, that seemingly didn't matter anymore. Especially not to him.

Trudging into town, the first thing to catch his attention was the big sign on top of what looked to be a diner. It took him some time, but he eventually made out the words on the sign to be "Pleasure Den". Maybe the five corpses outside of town had something to do with this building, who knew, a lot of people do a lot of stupid stuff for pleasure. Knowing exactly what kind of establishment a Pleasure Den could be, he made his way inside to converse with local company. After all, what Royce needed was a place to stay. He was new in town; in fact, he was new in the commonwealth altogether.

It wasn't quite… like any past 'Pleasure Dens' he'd been in or heard of. Firstly there was a woman practically dying in one of the corner booths - luckily being seen to by a vault-dweller who he assumed had medical knowledge - and secondly there seemed to be a lack of dance poles. Now Royce was by no means an expert but had thought that all brothels follow the basic architectural themes. Overhearing the Doctor's request regarding help with moving the woman Royce didn't waste a moment and stepped his way towards the duo, voicing out a gruff "I'll help."


[System]
Age: 16

Gender: Female

Appearance: Is... something the matter?

Arcana: II Priestess

Personality: Kotori is, by any standard, a quiet girl. She rarely speaks if not spoken to directly - and even when she does, she only does so in a soft voice. She isn't one to put herself forward and, in fact, actually prefers to keep her distance from others, making her a rather timid person. She is, however, rather diligent; always doing her utmost at any given task. Given her weak constitution, she dislikes most physical activities and, in fact, often sits out during P.E. She also seems quite conscious of people's eyes on her and quickly feels uncomfortable when that is the case.

Given these traits, Kotori is not exactly the most sociable person - though that doesn't really seem to bother her. Most of her free time she spends studying or helping her mother around the family flowerstore in the Warakuma Shopping District.

Equipment/Skills:
Weapon - Japanese Umbrella: A bamboo-and-paper umbrella.
Armour - School Uniform: The standard female Warakuma Highschool Uniform.
Accessory - Small Locket: A small heart-shaped pendant worn around the neck; kept in a pocket while at school.
Skills - Does well in her studies. Knows a large number of flowers by name. Quite capable at Flower Arrangement. Is strongly near-sighted. Low stamina.

Background: Kotori is the only child of the Shirohane familiy, who have lived in Warakuma for generations and are known for their flower shop in the Warakuma Shopping District - the shop is on the ground floor while the family home is on the floor above. Unfortunately, Kotori's father - a kind man who was never seen without a smile on his face - passed away in a car accident three years ago, leaving her mother to look after both the store and the child. Fortunately, Kotori was by no means a troublemaker - though after her father's death, she did become a lot more quiet and reserved. Though saddened by her husband's passing, Kotori's mother remains a cheerful person at heart and does her best to keep both the store going and watch over her daughter.

Apart from these things, Kotori's childhood had few other noteable events. She hasn't joined any clubs at Warakuma Highschool or actually made any real friends due to her nature, never being one to draw much attention. Furthermore, she isn't much of an athlete; quickly getting out of breath and has sat out during P.E. a number of times due to this already - though she doesn't feel all too bothered by this.

Persona: Kikuri-Hime

Appearance: Kikuri-Hime

Abilities:
Dia - Light Single-Target HP Recovery
Patra - Cure Single-Target Fear/Rage/Confusion ailment
Zio - Light Single-Target Electricity Damage
Strong against Electricity
Weak against Physical

[User]
Ayano Wakahisa: Crypt of Hopes and Dreams - Entrance
13/6/2015, Saturday
As the group headed towards the aforementioned route, Ayano followed suit and what greeted her was a building that reminded her of Castlevania series. It had that whole haunted and dark vibe that also seemed to resonate an artsy kind of feeling inside of her, but it wasn't a good one. The bright colors definitely looked out-of-place for the whole area, the whole clashing of it all almost made her eyes bleed. Kami was nearby and gave Rui an assessment of the area, apparently this is where he was, which made Ayano's suspicions of him in the map fade away. Although she was doubtful, she was glad at the same time that Kami decided to stay with her and with that, the party went in.

As Rui, Akane, Kotori and Sato trudged forward into the dungeon, the feeling of watching it all in front of her very eyes in a screen like a livestream of some sort gave her a feeling of surrealism. Virtual reality was one thing, but this is a whole new level entirely...The interior was creepy to say the least, it Ayano feel unnerved as she never really liked tombs and crypts. Who would? Beyond the distance, she and the party saw Alexei, and it seemed as though they were just in time to see him confront his other self. Small flashes of the same experienced rushed back inside Ayano's mind but she shook it off, trying to focus on the mission at hand...The doppelganger began to speak, spewing the brutal and honest truth about Alexei...She knew that trying to stop him from saying those words would only be in vain and as the shadow began to reveal its true form, a grim expression spread throughout the girl's face.

The battle raged on, Ayano quickly started to scan the shadow for any sort of weakness and trying to sense a pattern with it. You never really know with these battles. She typed in a few buttons but it would seem that scanning would take a while, she looked at one of her screens, trying to observe the enemy as it deflected Akane's and Sato's personas, she squinted a little but she swore she could see puffs of smoke emerging from behind the thing. It was slumping a little too...That shield. She mulled over it for a few minutes and as if on cue, her scan was complete. As she looked it over, she began to contact Rui,

"Quick! It's tiring itself out, now's your chance to strike back before it brings back its shield again!"

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Shizuka Otonashi || Pastry Shop || June 13 SAT: After School
Before she could locate her wallet in her school bag, Shizuka was stopped by the upperclassman and was offered to be treated to whatever she wanted. "E-Eh, bu-but I couldn't. I-I'm able to pay for my ow--" While the freshman attempted to hesitantly reject his offer, Masahide had already made his order and directed an expectant expression with a small grin towards her. The thought of rejecting and paying for her own item crossed her mind but as she paused for a moment to think, Shizuka decided that if he seemed insistent on it and he had already informed the clerk, might as well gratefully accept the offer.

After releasing a defeated sigh, the dark haired teen parted her lips, "T-Thank you, Saji-senpai. Ju-Just this once, I'll accept. " Her half hidden gaze directed itself towards the glass case of cakes again. "Well, tiramisu is one of my favorites... Or perhaps I shall try a slice of millefeuille..." , she mumbled to herself as she excitedly decided between the little treats sparkling with appetizing aura. "I suppose I'll take a slice of mont blanc." Shizuka spoke shyly, still hesitant about having Masa pay for her cake. Before heading towards an empty table by the window side, she waited for the transaction to finalize.

Upon taking her seat and settling herself down, a sudden realization struck the younger student, from an outsider's point of view, this looked like a date. Spacing out towards the window, she shook her head and convinced herself that it wasn't, it's merely a 'hangout with a friend'. I mean, she visits this shop with her friends all the time, this was probably similar to that. But why did this scenario have to remind her of a certain shoujo manga she read recently? The boy treats the female protagonist to a cake and tea, almost like what Masa had just done for her! At the end of the cafe scene, the female protagonist confe--

SHAKE SHAKE SHAKE. Shizuka comically and violently shook her head to get rid of her usual silly shoujo fantasies and paused. Oh no. Does she look stupid right now? Did she get any weird look from the upperclassman? "Um..... Do-Don't mind me, senpai. T-There is nothing wrong.", she softly whispered with cheeks tinted with a bright red hue from embarrassment.

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Crypt of Hopes and Dreams - F1
13/6/2015 Saturday

Hearing Ayano feed them the information, Rui made the order to charge. They had to be swift, in case they didn't manage to defeat it in that charge, they needed to be able to back away when the shield came back up.

"Give it everything you've got, but be prepared to back away when it's shield comes back", he ordered. Leading the charge he went straight in with his Persona, striking it with a Zan'ei while charging in with his own sword. The shadow wailed in pain as it took attack after attack, it also appeared the figure on the back was the one that took the brunt of the damage, furthermore the arms of the monolithic golem body seemed to be able to be damaged.

"Ayano, scan the arms specifically, I think there's something about them...", he asked.

[Assistant]
Kotori Shirohane - Crypt of Hopes and Dreams: Floor 1 | After School

Kotori glanced between the steam-spewing and her teammates; unsure of whether this was some form of attack, a cover or just a harmless venting of heat. She was, however, at least a little relieved to see that both Sato and Akane seemed to have recovered from the respective hits they'd taken; particularly after the former had been thrown to the ground by strike. The others, meanwhile, seemed similarly wary of the shadow after its initial attacks and sword barriers had prevented any real damage being done to it. Instead, they'd opted to go for a defensive approach as Akane used Setanta to summon a shield of her own. Taking inspiration, Sato then too used the same spell - but this time being cast upon the whole group, enveloping them all in a faintly glowing shells. Whilst they didn't feel impervious, it did seem like they'd take the worst of any attack and at least make strikes easier to take.

Meanwhile though, Ayano hadn't been idle either - instead, she'd been scanning the shadow and finally managed to get a read on it. Relaying anything she'd garnered to Rui, he was quick to order an attack - it seemed as though the steam really was due to it using up too much energy to shield itself, needing a brief pause to recharge. Looking between the others as they got ready to attack, Kotori couldn't see anyone in further need of healing; leaving her to instead face the large shadow. Taking a deep breath, she once again raised a hand with a low "Kikuri-hime" - before clenching said hand as she called her first attack on the shadow: "Zio." A bolt of lightning crashed into the creature; further adding to the damage it was taking from the others - but rather than get too hopeful, Kotori couldn't shake the worry that it wouldn't go down quite that easily; keeping her distance and trying to stay on the shadow's sides as Rui had ordered.


[System]
"Hey..."
NICKNAME/ALIAS
AJ

AGE
14

GENDER
Female

NATIONALITY
British

APPEARANCE
AJ is approximately 5'3 and weighs roughly 110 lbs. She has long, dark brown hair which falls down to her waist with subtle chestnut-colored streaks. Her piercing blue eyes are almost always the first thing people usually notice about her, not her tongue piercing or the small Latin tattoo on one of her shoulders.

PERSONALITY
Quiet and observant. AJ is not a girl of many words, and she prefers it that way. Being an only child, AJ has had her share of friends like everyone else, but no siblings to interact with when she's home. That's why it's just her and her laptop in her room most of the time. Her father, knowing AJ's personality like the back of his hand, leaves her alone instead of encouraging her to get out of her room more.

Despite the cool and collected exterior, AJ is somewhat of a troublemaker. She got a tattoo and a piercing at 13, bribing her older cousin to pass off as her guardian to have the adult consent that's required. If she targets someone, she will do so discreetly, avoiding the spotlight at all costs. AJ doesn't keep a journal or tells her friends a lot about her own personal life, knowing very well that anyone could read her journal or spread rumors about her if they wished. She focuses on her own life instead of worrying about others, and if someone wrongs her, she cuts them out entirely.

BIO
AJ is an only child who was born to Jason and the late Lucy McAllister in the heart of London. Her mother died from medical complications during a surgery when AJ was just 7 years old, at the time leading the young girl to become somewhat of a recluse from that moment forward. Going without that womanly presence in their home forced AJ to mature rather quickly, and her father, who was busy with work a lot of the time, tried his best to provide her with a normal childhood. AJ was very appreciative of her father's efforts, and she didn't want to give him any trouble. Whatever bad thing she did, it was always in total secrecy.

Spending a lot of her time online at the height of technology, AJ quickly learned how to get through firewalls, gain access to classified information, etc. The more knowledge she attained, the more she craved. Even though she was young, AJ caught the attention of a couple of hackers from the online community she was a part of. They, in turn, taught her quite a bit more than she already knew, and when they attempted to use AJ for their own gains, she cut them out completely. AJ then balanced out her life a little bit better, still spending a lot of time online but playing more football after school.

It wasn't until recently that AJ became suspicious of her father's whereabouts. Being a professor and a researcher, Jason was out of town quite a bit, but when challenged with the demand that he take a holiday so that they can spend some time together that summer, Jason very sternly told her he was unable to do so. His answer was not good enough. AJ then decided to sneak into his private study, which was strictly off limits, but couldn't find a way to get inside. She was locked out, so she decided to find another way in...using her computer. However, the moment she tried to gain access to her father's computer, her own laptop shut down and refused to restart.

Later that evening, AJ would find out a lot of information which changed her world forever. Jason, her father, was actually an MI6 operative. He had a very long, and very serious conversation with her that lasted well into the middle of the night. The following morning, when he knocked on her bedroom door, Jason presented AJ with some paperwork to join an academy away from home. Being merely half awake, AJ agreed, not exactly being aware of what she was getting herself into.

TALENTS
General to advanced hacking knowledge. Breaking through firewalls, cracking passwords, gaining control of various devices, etc. AJ is also physically fit, having excellent cardio and a crazy amount of energy which even she's surprised about. Before her departure to the academy, AJ's father taught her how to shoot and handle various weapons. She's by no means an expert, but she can certainly hit a target while she's on the move. Lastly, AJ can easily get around undetected. She blends in with her surroundings and goes unnoticed if that's her true intention.

GADGETRY
1. Contact lenses which record and, if she desires, broadcasts everything she sees. Likewise, the contacts are able to mirror whatever information's on her phone so that she doesn't need to be holding the device to see it. The contacts come with a small earpiece to enable voice commands and it's also used as a hands-free device.

2. Her laptop, fully upgraded by her father and given all the software she could possibly think of which would make her job a lot easier.

3. A pistol geared with a fingerprint-enabling trigger and the ability to be used underwater.

OTHER ITEMS
1. A suitcase with her clothes, toiletries, make-up, etc.

2. A puzzle book.

AJ can understand and speak some Spanish having spent a holiday in Spain.

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Quickly, the dorm room was flooded by several more people, each one with their own unique quirks. The topic then randomly changed to french toast. Shiro closed his eyes and took a mental note of the area. Each of these people were unique in their own way, and it would be interesting, to say the very least. After a deep breath to help take in this new experience, Shiro opened his eyes back to the light and swiftly buckled his blade to his belt.

"On the subject of french toast, I'm going to go check out the kitchen," Shiro said nonchalantly, in an attempt to cool down the rather heated environment. "Hopefully they gave us something to work with. Feel free to join me," he said to the group, giving an exaggerated wink to Sunny, for he had felt her scootch towards him on the couch before. With that, he turned and strode into the kitchen.

There, he found a fantastically well-kept kitchen, with plenty of kitchen space and a large white table for eating with several house plants. A fragrant scent traveled through the room. Shiro smiled. "Really starting to like this place," he said dreamily, looking up at the cream ceiling.

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47

"Excellent!"  Chris slapped his thighs and rose. "You do know how to make French toast right? I'll find the eggs."  he entered the kitchen and stared "Where do they even get eggs on this island?"  He chuckled "This is rather like that spy game from the USSR... wheres an egg? " He moved over to one of the fridges, opened it and there sat a dozen chicken eggs. "Ding!"  They suspiciously lacked the UK date stamp which he observed silently. After testing them in a bowl of water he started cracking them into a glass bowl. "Twelve people? Twelve eggs?"  His brow furrowed. He looked up at Shiro. They shared a silence.

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Garrett glanced at Jackson, pointing a finger at him and saying, "Amen to that, my good fellow." Rule number one: don't mess with Mom. Ever. Even if you were a super spy and she wasn't. Garrett had learned that from an early age. He wondered for a moment if there was a school for becoming a badass mother, or if it just came natural to some women...

Garrett glanced around, and noticed AJ sitting off, removed from the cluster near the door. Being that she was quiet enough to have not introduced herself, and also hadn't picked any fights, she was probably worth talking to. Or sitting in silence with, at the very least. He stood up, and walked over. He extended a hand in greeting and said, "Hey. I'm..uh...Garrett."

[Assistant]
Oh, the drama... AJ marveled at the way the other students were reacting to each other not even half an hour after meeting. The hostility and straightforwardness indicated some of them were impulsive, and that was never a good sign, especially when she knew she'd have to eventually rely on some of them in various life or death scenarios.

Just then, one of the students walked over and introduced himself. AJ didn't notice him fighting with the others like he had something to prove. That was good, maybe he had better self-control than most. Or maybe he just hadn't been pushed to that point yet. Either way, it didn't hurt to find out.

"Hi Garret, I'm Ava," she said, standing up to return his handshake with a half smile of her own. "You can call me AJ if you'd like, it's short for Ava Jade," she continued with a shrug of her shoulders. "Quite the first day we're having, huh? It's like that bad American show The Real World. I mean, they had one season back at home I think, but it was still quite dramatic."


[System]
Species - Human

Sex - Male

Age - 27

Faction - Republic task force.

Rank - Jedi Sentinel

Appearance - Standing in at 6'1 and 190 lbs, Tannius likes to keep himself fit for any combat to come. So he has a healthy amount of muscle underneath his armor plating, other than that he could be described as average in just about every aspect.

Apparel - When out of combat, Tannius prefers to wear loose jedi tunics and pants. Inside of combat, he usually wears heavy armor over that so if push comes to shove he has something to protect him from oncoming blaster fire.

Lightsaber - A simply made lightsaber with a yellow crystal.

Equipment - datapad, fusion cutter, blaster pistol

Force Powers - Force Telekensis (Push, Pull, lift) Master, Force speed (intermediate), force jump (intermediate)

Known Lightsaber Forms - Shii-Cho master, Makashi (expert)

Skills-
Slicing - Part of being a jedi sentinel is understanding that jedi can't do it all and sometimes have to rely on techolgy to do it for them so thus Tannius took up slicing. He could be described as an expert at it, with some encryptions presenting a greater challenge than others.
Repairing- Tannius became an expert at repairing things, due to not only his training as a sentinel but also wanted to keep his gear in order. When the sentinel has nothing to do he is usually repairing the ship, modifying his speeder, or repairing gear.
Shooting - While he's not the best at it, he could be described as passable by some of the soldiers in the task force.
Flaws -
Slow Learner- Tannius has been described as a bit of a slow learner when it comes to new things, so slow that even his peers, the masters thought he was slow too, which is a miracle as to how he made it through training in the first place.
Attachment - Tannius forms his attachments incredibly easily, one he starts to make friends with someone there isn't anything he wouldn't do for them, even if it cost him his life, and if anything ever happened to someone close to him he could easily become enraged. It is quite the slippery slope for the young jedi.
Paranoia - Growing up in Nar Shaada is a tough place, and you begin to see enemies everywhere, for Tannius that is a part of his everyday life. And with the cult starting to gain power, he fears that even some of his best friends might be his enemies.

Personality - Tannius tries everything in his power to uphold the tenants of the jedi code, the only thing that goes against the code with him is his attachments to the team around him doing anything he can to protect them. He is very slow to anger and prefers thinking things through calmly and rationally with very few exceptions. So really Tannius tries to be the very definition of a jedi who follows the code closely.

Backstory - Born on Nar Shaddaa Tannius grew up surrounded by poverty, gangs, and death. His mother, and father were slain for their debt, and the boy was enslaved. Luckily for the boy it was a jedi who found him, and it was a jedi who payed for his freedom. But the boy found he wasn't really free, he followed the jedi back to Coruscant for training at the jedi temple.

There the boy certainly made friends easily, but his learning was slow. He didn't seem to take to anything but the jedi code quickly. It became a fundamental core of who he was, and how he acted. The boy managed to make through the grueling training, by the skin of his teeth becoming a full fledged jedi sentinel. His first act of a jedi sentinel was to go out and gather intelligence on any remaining sith personnel especially dark jedi. He was not under any circumstances to engage them though.

He did his job effectively, going from planet to planet trudging up whoever he could find. Which surprised even his masters, eventually he blew his cover wide open though. Making the fatal mistake of an enemy finding out who he was. The dark jedi, and the sentinel engaged. The engagement left the jedi sentinel on the run, eventually ending with the sentinel escaping, and vowing to never again be caught off guard like that.

With his cover blown, and his mission a failure. The sentinel spent some time training, and waiting for the temple to give him his next objective. Eventually the orders came, he was to join with a task force investigating the cult of Okussus. He transferred onto the crew, and has been trying to use his skills as not only a jedi to keep them alive, as well as using his skills as a slicer and mechanic to try and keep the crew running efficiently and their gear maintained.

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Franceska Havale

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She put down the smoking launcher, having shot down another transport ship with disturbing accuracy thanks to that odd woman's meditations.

"Was that it?" There was a hint of disappointment in her voice. "Was that the might of the Republic?

She listened to the commanders passing the orders to pursue, before shrugging and picking up a high powered rifle from the weapons cached on that sunken tower. Franceska had no intention of actually going to pursue, but at the very least she could look like she was doing something. Having been here longer than the enemy had, she knew of a relatively hidden tower deeper in, not at all that tall, but having enough vegetation and height to be considered a good spot for a sniper nest. Or a place where she could look like she's doing something.

"I'm going." was all she said to the two dark Jedi as she gave a mighty leap, clearing the muddy waters without trouble. Indeed her jump was perhaps a bit too strong, passing clear across the shoreline and near the ruins itself. Seeing as the enemy seemed to be in full retreat, she simply walked leisurely towards her destination, ignoring the urgency of the mercs moving about around her.

[Assistant]
Zetsu and Piercing

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Keenan didn't know the full extent of his injuries, he could feel a sharp pain in his chest and and a severe ache in his arm, but regardless of them he couldn't exactly keep laying around in a battlefield. He pushed himself up to standing and used his staff to steady himself, putting it away shortly after so he could get over the rubble to the stairs.

With one hand clutched to his chest he briefly gazed out over the field to see the republic on the run. However, he had little interest in the battle and turned back to the ruins intent on finding either his target again or Ideon. Instead he was faced with a jedi as she was coming out of the entrance. With the suddenness of her appearance Keenan's reaction was to drop into a defensive stance, armored hand forward and his unlit saber in the other.

As Lahana ran out of the temple she heard the commander order the troops to fall back. She was confused for a moment, not understanding why they were running, but then she saw the scene around her. The Republic was losing. She bit her lip in irritation and continued running, only to run into a dark jedi. "Sith scum, get out of my way!" She ignited her two sabers and swung them down towards his head.

Keenan was a bit surprised by the Jedi's reckless approach. As her sabers came down toward his head he raised his arm, her sabers would short out on his gauntlet, at the same time he pointed the hilt of his own saber at her chest and ignited the blade, intent on impaling her with that simple act.

Lahana turned off her sabers and swiftly put them away as she noticed them impact the dark jedi's gauntlets. She'd heard of lightsaber resistant material before, if she weren't in the middle of combat she'd wonder where he got such a rare material. But as she'd learned a long time ago, distractions on the battlefield were a recipe for disaster. Her eyes followed her foe's movements, she noticed him point his saber towards her. Right before it ignited and impaled her she bent backwards, then placing her hands on the ground and executing a backwards somersault. She kicked at her opponent's hand holding his saber as she flipped back to her feet.

She needed to get away, as much as she wanted to vent her frustration at failing to kill Ideon she'd either be killed or captured if she stayed. Being locked in a cage again was not an option. Using the force she sprinted off towards the Republic fallback point. She hoped the dark jedi would not follow.

The jedi's kick knocked Keenan's hand away and allowed her to get out of his range before he could strike and make her escape. He didn't even try to pursue her, only looking in the direction she ran for a moment and then turning back to the ruin. Seeing the rubble blocking the entrance he quickly took off to find a side route around.

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Tannius and his squad didn't even really have time to push forward, the combat going on all around them was too intense for any kind of major push. The jedi was beginning to lose his nerve at the carnage around him. Blaster bolts flew overhead or impacted the wall they were hiding behind, troopers from other squads went down, his comm was full of voices calling for reinforcements. The situation seemed hopeless, and apparently the commander thought so. The order to retreat was given, but Tannius made no call for a fall back instead the battle seemingly getting to him freezing him up.

It was one of his troopers who shook him out of it, quite literally. "What are your orders, sir?" The voice asked, panic had filled the troopers voice. Not only was their commander freezing up, but it was a jedi no less. "Fighting retreat, try to buy as much time as we can." Tannius said, he tried to hide the fear behind thoughts of the code, and for the most part it worked he seemed steady to the other troopers. He pointed out the next batch of cover behind some wreckage and the group moved. Stopping every few feet to give the encroaching cultists a barrage of heavy fire.

When they made it to their second set of cover, a cultist charged. Crimson saber in his hand he made a beeline for Tannius as fast as the force would carry him, so fast that Tannius barely had time to put up a defense yellow saber, and red crossed making a shower of sparks. "I'm going to take your head, republic slave." The cultist said, a grin appearing on his face. Tannius said nothing instead going on the defensive as the cultist hit him with a flurry of quick strikes. "You have your orders, keep falling back!" Tannius shouted, over the din of his own combat. This was only the second time he had fought a sith, and it showed he was slowly losing ground. The cultist got cocky though, and started inflicting shallow wounds with the edge of his saber first on Tannius' cheek, then upon his knuckle. On his next Shiim strike, the jedi saw his opening and took it. He went for Tannius' eye, the jedi deflected the strike, and went in with a lunge impaling the cultist through the stomach, and finally a finishing blow to the neck severing the head from his shoulders.

The jedi stood there for a moment. Shaking from both adrenaline, and fear. Not able to move, until the blaster bolts started impacting around him. He kicked it into high gear and joined his squad. When they finally got clear of the combat the group gave a sigh of relief. With the exception of Tannius. The jedi collapsed to his knees exhausted and threw up the events finally hitting him. This elicited a few nervous laughs from the soldiers in the squad. When the jedi's stomach was empty he gave the order to move to the boneyard, his thoughts swimming with everything that just happened.