[System]
Age/Gender: 30/Male

Nationality: Norwegian

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Rank: Corporal

Preferred Role: Grenadier/Special Forces Operative

Brief Background: Born and raised on the countryside in eastern Norway, Erik was up for the compulsory military service of the Norwegian Armed Forced, though he was allowed to finish his studies in Maritime machine operator before being drafted. Once drafted, he was one of few draftees that enjoyed the military life and all it had to offer, and so he decided to stay. He soon found a longing for tougher challenges, and after serving in Afghanistan and peace-keeping operations outside the Somalian coast, he applied for the best the Norwegian army could offer: FSK, Forsvarets Spesialkommando. Everything about Erik afterwards was top-secret, even more so after his transfer to the so-called Task Force Zero.

Notes: (Any added info that doesn't fit elsewhere)

[User] Taylor rushed out of the room. She was excited. This was her first chance to go to the jungle and shoot some bloody terrorists! As she went through her weaponry, Taylor picked up a large assault rifle. It was heavy, but Taylor could still easily wield it. She put a pistol in both of her holsters, both of which were equipped with mufflers for the sake of the silent treatment. In each boot holster she placed a serrated military knife. Those suckers were like big razors with teeth. Finally, she donned a Kevlar vest with steel plating under her shirt, along with a camouflaged helmet that had bulletproof glass over the eyes. Taylor then marched to J.B. And waited to take off to Indonesia. Suited over her back was a backpack with rations and extra ammunition. Seeing some older fellow talking in private with the CO made her a little uneasy. However, that wasn't particularly important at the moment.

[Assistant]
'Sure tell this is joint ops. I'm the only fucking black guy on the team.' Sergeant First Class Morse thought to himself as he stood up. 'In an American team, a third of the group would have been black and there would have been Mexicans, Asians and in today's world, maybe even a token Hadji. I guess this is to be expected on a joint operation. Nevertheless, this is a rare opportunity and I wouldn't pass it up for a second.'

Tyus walked with the rest of team exiting the room with his duffel bag in tow. 'The old man was quite lean on information in that operations brief. No operations order, no terrain analysis, no enemy intel, no information on supporting assets, no scheme of maneuver, no operational information, no organization. Sergeant Morse assumed they would break down into three teams of three or four people with 2-man buddy teams in each sub-unit. 'I guess, we'll all just go John Wayne  on someone's ass.' Tyus smiled as he laughed internally.

Once at the armory, he drew his equipment and began preparing his gear. He drew spare batteries for his night vision sights and radios. He had communications for both ground assets and air. His VHF radio was used for Close Air Support (CAS) if any Attack Aircraft were available. While in the Special Operations community, he had training and expeerience as both a Forward Air Controller (FAC) and Air Naval Gunfire Coordinator (ANGLICO). He had the Communications Equipment Operating Instructions (CEOI) which gave him the frequencies and call signs in the event Air or Naval Gunfire were ever an option. Tyus thought to myself, 'looks like I'm serving as the team's Communications NCO.'

He pulled out his equipment and began kitting up. Once His assault vest and Kevlar tactical helmet were on, he jumped up and down to insure there was nothing rattling. He had a roll of black electric tape to tie it down just in case. He holstered his P229 .40 caliber handgun in the tactical holster hung low on his right thigh with a magazine in the well, but no round in the chamber. Once they were in the Area of Operations (AO) then a signal would be given to lock and load. Aboard ship, no one including the Marine guards walk around with rounds chambered. Tyus strapped the MP5/.40 caliber Submachine gun on his left thigh should he need it. His butt pack was filled with ammunition, cleaning supplied and three days of rations broken down. Last, he took his SCAR 17 and slung it like a guitar over his right side and then slid it to the back so it was behind him, pointed at the deck. The rifle and Submachine gun both had magazines in the wells, but unchambered. He then slipped on his work gloves, finger tips cut off to make it easier to get things done. His sunglasses remained stuck in a pocket. He would bring those out when they were in sunlight. He did a few more jumps to check for noise discipline before returning to the briefing room.

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Romek was curious to meet the other fellow countryman on the team. On the way out the door, he extended his hand and in Polish he spoke, "Hello, I am Romek. Romek Czerepusko from Białystok. Very nice to meet you, Sierżant." Sergeant Czerepusko smiled at the man. "They call me Scooter. Yes, that is my nickname and call sign." Romek thought the name was silly, but kept it regardless. He didn't think it was that big of a deal.

The team members made it to the armory, where they gathered their equipment and prepared for the operation into Indonesia. As they gathered their equipment Romek asked his team mates aloud, "Hello All! I am Sergeant Romek Czerepusko, but you can all call me Scooter. I want to know. Are there any sniper qualified soldiers here? If so, would you like to serve as my spotter? I will be providing long ranged overwatch fire to cover your backs when needed."

Romek put on his assault vest and his forage cap. He did not have a ballistic helmet or body armor like some of the others wore. He put his 9mm handgun in its holster and strapped the Bor Sniper Rifle on his back along with the Ghillie Suit, and scope which was kept in its travel case. He slung the Mini-Beryl Carbine over his left shoulder so it slung under his right arm. He swiveled it under his arm so it hung off his back until he needed it.

In his Puma back pack he carried additional ammunition, claymore mines and various pyro technics the team might need during the operation. This included colored star clusters, parachute flares, flash bang grenades and fragmentation grenades

Rain

[User]
Okay, so the plan was to get information from international terrorists, who just so happened to be hiding in the middle of fucking nowhere in the dephts of Indonesia? While that didn't sound abnormal to Erik - he'd partaken in several missions involving infiltrating enemy strongholds and stealing intel -, the fact that this was all they were told made him raise a brow. Well, he would have, but sadly his skills in brow-raising was still that of a novice, and instead he just looked concerned if anyone happened to look at him.

That look of concern quickly blew away once he was spoken to, and it just so happened to be someone in the team who actually posessed the capacity to smile. It also happened to be the one with a thick Australian accent.

"I guess I am, though it's not of my own choice. I mean, of everything they could pick as my call-sign they had to go with the usual GNC; Generic Norwegian Crap. They could have called my Polar Bear, Nansen, Great Axe, Kraken or anything else, but nooooo, I'm apparently just a viking. But let me tell you something; vikings don't come out of the sea and shoot you, now do they?"

Erik's voice and face was as serious as it would have been had Edward been Taliban, Al-Qaida, ISIS or some random Russian drunk, and he managed to keep himself serious for a second before bursting out into laughter, smiling at the Aussie - he thought he was a kangaroo, but it was probably best to not question it himself.

"Nah I'm just screwing with you, buddy. But yeah, it's a bit insane, but then again we're the best our countries' got, right? And don't let me stop you from entering, it's not my armoury after all. Just don't shoot me, that is, I've had enough bullets for breakfast for now, thank you."

It didn't take long for Erik to find his gear, he'd already gone through it the past days after he got on the carrier. He got into the ghillie suit with the approriete camoflage, enough to keep him hidden and not make him sweat off his balls in the tropical paradise that really was a true hell-hole - he'd watched enough movies about the war in the Pacific to know that. Top-notch military boots followed, as well as the sun-hat that followed. And soon his face was painted green and black too.

"Am I pretty now, girls? I have to be fabouless for the show!"

HK416N, standard primary weapon for the Norwegian Armed Forces, and the same applied to Erik. Or Viking, as he was surely going to hear a whole lot more than his real name. Who knew, perhaps he would grow used to hearing it? Attached onto that, a Aimpoint CompM4 sight, foregrip and surpressor. No bayonet was needed, that Erik kept attached onto himself for quick use. With the rifle slung over his shoulder, Erik picked up the SIG P228 that lay at his spot, cocking it and checking that everything was as when he'd left it. It was, thankfully, just that. A surpressor also followed that weapon, like with the HK able to be taken off it needed.

The rest was pretty much standard; food, tools and a sewing-kit, maps, flashlight and NV-googles, compass, everything that could possibly come in use in said mission. Alas, no device for remotely de-activating the face-bombs of the terrorists was available.

"Hi Scooter, I'm Viking. I qualified, but I doubt I'm assigned to be your spotter. I mean, we're all chosen for this organization for a reason, so I think anyone here is qualified for anything! Except subnautic infiltration, that's reserved for me."


[System]
Age: 23
Occupation: High Profile Guard for the Free World Group
Appearance: Hazel eyes, short black hair, scar over right eye, 6' 2", 172 lb.
Bio: Joining the Free World Group when he was 20, Ryan had been trained in many different skills from a young age. These included unarmed, armed close combat, fire arms training, sneaking, lying, lock picking and more. His power gave him an advantage over most of the other guards, and he soon rose up in the ranks, going from guard to squad leader in six months, then squad leader to special operative in a year. He was 21 then. He was assigned as essentially an invisible body guard, blending in with the people around his employer or watching from another place entirely with a rifle. Before even joining the Free World Group, however, Ryan had spent 2 years training in military and guerrilla tactics, and subsequently has a sharp mind along with a trained body
Skills: Various unarmed and armed combat styles, good shot, sneaking, lock picking, various tactics, good liar, blending in, and medical training.
Faults: Possibly too loyal for his own good, can't resist a challenge, if someone he cares about (Family, friends, teammate) is made into bait he will try everything to save them.
Power: Increased reflexes, senses, conscious awareness

[User]
*The tune of Eye of the tiger could be heard floating from a small apartment that housed the man known as cipher nine. Cas completes yet another round of his workout, even though it seems to be doing very little for him. With a sigh, he stands and grabs a towel, wiping almost non existent sweat from his face and bare chest. As he was heading toward the shower, he hears a beep from his phone. As he tosses his towel over his shoulder he walks to his phone and reads the email. He gives a nod and heads to his closet where a row of what he likes to call 'flesh suits' are housed, and picks out a lightly tanned skin and changes into it. Pulling on a collared black shirt, jeans, combat boots and gloves, he then heads out.*

*Cipher nine arrives quite quickly, a speed that he looks at as professionalism. After all, when one is reliable, one moves through business easier. He sits in a seat near the back in Amelie, something he always does when meeting with a client. After checking to make sure no one was focusing on him too much he proceeds in drawing a nine with a blue pen he has, then he places the napkin toward the edge of the table. He then settles back waiting, after he orders a coffee of course.*

[Assistant] Sean was enjoying some coffee in his office Killing time by flipping through his pervious completed assignments. Unlike the average office worker he gave off a more relaxed image with his unnatural levitation and unnecessary nakedness. He wasn't completely naked his shirt was the only clothing that was absent from his body. Oddly that was the norm for Sean and most of the office became accustomed to his unusual life style. Midway through his filing he heard the P.A. system and his presences being summoned to the head of staff's office. Sean stopped looking in the direction of the system. "Ryan and Thomas...." Sean stood putting on his white short sleeve causual shirt and opened his palm causing his mug of coffee to float into his hand. "Was an ambassador assassinated or something....I rarely get paired with them." Sean spoke to himself walking over to the head of staff's office.

[User]
Brighid had a focus. An idea for where she wanted their company to go. That meant a meeting. One with Sefia Allens. There had been a heated discussion among the three, Aphrodite wanted to go but Brighid felt she had more to offer in this case and that her partner would not be allowed. While such things did not affect her, Aphrodite's abilities certainly seemed effective on corporeal beings. There were times that she nearly forgot about who she had been, that being of flesh and blood and weakness. Now she was far more or less or merely different. It was difficult to tell.

The screens nearest Sefia blinked to life. In code a smiling face came through with a grin. "Are you willing to meet? I would like to speak with you face to face." Her status as an AI was rumor but likely Sefia knew it was more than that. With all the construction sites in the city there were nanites all over that she could build a body from. Not that she needed one, but it did facilitate such things. What might happen if they could meet up, cyber and physical security together. It could start to tilt the balance of power and that was the goal.

[Assistant]
Mikhail's benefactor, Augusta E. Feather, was an Old Money estateholder who had worked as a codebreaker for the Government, and who had been recalled into service now, a return she had accepted because she wanted to create a world where her adoptive son can live in happiness. That, and it gave Mikhail crucial connections that he would need in his quest to make a better world.

Now, the two, as well as several bodyguards, were staying at a Government compound in Seattle, and Mikhail himself was watching Alto's Interview on hologram. He was amazed; that man was smart, especially in areas where Mikhail had only the barest of competence in. But the reverse also applied; Mikhail was certain that his intelliegence was unreal as well, just in different areas like history and politics.

He can beat Alto in an area that the latter didn't care about; Mikhail knew this. But, question is, did he need to? That was the question that the current planned operation was about to answer.

"Are you sure about this?" said the CIA Officer seated beside him and Augusta in a conference room in Seattle. "GanzeCorp is a powerful organization, and a potential ally as well as an enemy; not that we'd call any Corp an ally without reservations. If we go after Alto -"

"Which is the best part," Mikhail was confident, "we're not going after Alto. Rather, we're just arranging a chat with him in an unconventional way. I've read his body language, his tone, his choice of words in interviews - he's bored. He's also someone who would be impressed by someone outsmarting him. And I can do that." Okay, I'm less certain than I could be, but whatever happens, I can get him on board with what I'm planning, and that's what's important.

"This plan depends on putting you, one of our last mobile assets of considerable power, at risk," the CIA Officer, a brown-haired, black man clad in a sterotypical black-and-white suit, said. "You must understand, if we lose you, we might lose even our small chance of wining the war."

"And if you don't risk me," Mikhail said, "we'll have no chance left of victory. So just get me inside GanzeCorp; my plan won't fail, I assure it. And if it does and I'm wrong about Alto...that person inspires so much hope that I can blow myself up and him with it. That would at least remove one major player from the game. Besides, you have the 'Golden Path' Social Engineering Plan, right?" the boy said. The Golden Path Social Engineering Plan was a special strategy that made use of Mikhail and Augusta's intelligence and powers in order to manipulate, create, and alter social and historical trends to create a world without Corporations...600 years from now.

"When a plan that requires 600 years to implement is our last hope, things are truly dire," the CIA Officer said. "But that's not your only strategy, isn't it? I heard about your clone." Yes, a clone of Mikhail was being grown in a secret lab in the Rockies; said clone had his powers as well. A bit ethically shady, but the clone would be treated as a full human being; Mikhail had made certain of it.

"There is also Plan Andromeda," the boy spoke. Plan Andromeda, aka the creation of an FTL Starship at Cape Canaveral, powered by an engine that contained Mikhail's DNA, and can thus channel the hope of the people inside in order to distort space-time and go to other planets to evade the Corporates' grasp. Also risky, and several corporations had already found out, but been bought off by pointing out that this served as an escape valve for dissidents.

"Point is," said Mikhail, "everything we can do is risky, and the further we go on, the more...the more our chances of making it will vanish. So we need to either contact Alto or take him out of the equation." He was finally agreed with.

Timeskip

It was a simple plan, involving a staged University Parade, a Fire Drill, and, finally, albeit escorted by two bodyguards, just coming up to the Ganze Skyscraper's door and saying:

"Hey, I'm Mikhail Peacemaker and I'm a powered in the employ of the Government. I want to talk to Alto Ganze right now. If you don't, I will destroy this tower. Without killing anyone inside." If he didn't get an answer, he would pull energy from all the convenient hope in the area and begin disintegrating the structure of the building into tiny blue motes of energy.

If he did get an answer, he and his bodyguards would expect to be escorted to Alto's office immidiately, and expect to find Alto himself waiting to meet and greet them. If that was what happened, Mikhail would then say:

"Let's talk; I know you're bored and you lack ideas; you've been getting unoriginal lately. What would you say to a new notion you can work with, in exchange for helping bring down a few of your competitors?"

[User] It was quiet. That was getting on my nerves. I hated it when it was quiet at HQ. Pacing back and forth in my office, I checked for the seventeenth time to make sure I din't have any assignments. Then a voice came in over the PA system. "Sean Nanners, Ryan Barrak, and Thomas Breaker, please report to the head of staff. He has a job for you." Finally, I thought. Something at least. But Sean and Thomas? I can't really remember the last time I worked with them. It was quite a long time ago, that's for sure. I think it was something about a spy in the group. Well, whatever, at least I have an assignment. Walking faster than usual, I went to the head of staff's office.


[System]
Age: -11110- *binary screech* -29-

Sex: Female

Appearance:

Position within The Imperium of Man:Tech-Priestess : Magos Errant

Armor: Sanctified Customized Mechanicus Power Armor

Weapons: Omnissian Power Axe, Hecate Pattern Chainsword,Hesh Pattern M38 Mark II Boltgun

Equipment:
 -Mechadendrites: Usually the pseudo arm-esque variety, allowing for more workhands or... weaponhands.
 -Servoskull(Customized to appear like real human head very similar to her own visage): Has a modified sonic weapon type that let's out
 a horrifying banshee like wail. Not much on the lethal factor, but really darn disorienting and unsettling.
 -Grenades: Good old Frags
 -Wires(lots of wires): Can never have enough
 -wireless sound emitters: To Listen to music or to create ambushes via sound baits.
 -Music and Sound Data device: A variety of music and ambience noises.

Personality: A Magos Errant by title, Medaira's a wandering tech-priestess usually on vessels of dubious directions and visiting many a great unknowns in search of shiny tech to send back home. That is Medaira's only official task she ever had... Now as for what Medaira really is like, she's an energetic, friendly, sly and mischievious bundle of fun. Rather friendly by nature, especially weird for a Tech-priestess, Medaira likes to hang around other people. She's always one for a good fun time, no matter what form this fun time takes. Be it just a regular party with music and booze, a jolly good fight or the coveted and most sought after pranks. To her greatest regret, pranks are not something she can freely indulge into, but that doesn't stop her from sneaking in one here and there whenever the chance presents itself. Admittedly even the most black hearted imperials would agree that a great prank pulled on heretics or xenos is always a good thing though, so she had long since figured out that weaponizing pranks is a good tactic to use on enemies, so she rediscovered the art of making traps. Not as good as pranking friends, but beggers can't be choosers.

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[User]
Cole Cerus

"Will do," was all he said to Stukov as Cole went back to work on his lasrifle. Carefully cleaning the rifle's integrated lamp pack. He liked Stukov even though he does not know much about him. Seems like a friendly sort of person, especially from his handling of the rookie Titus. Cole knows Stukov was in the navy before joining Andromedai's retinue. Other than that, not much else, partly because of his own silent nature. He did waste a good time to get to know Stukov while they were both in the armory. Such things tend to slip his mind when he is working on something. Still, there are bound to be more opportunities later. Then again, he does not know much about his fellows in the retinue. He might change that, or he might not. It depends really on how he feels, though with Medaira, he might keep his distance. Due to him most likely being on the prank victim list. Cole sighed at the thought, a tech-priestess with a knack for pranks. That is certainly a new one, and Cole guesses he will see if she ever pulls a prank on any of them.

A short time after Stukov, Cole was finished with the maintenance of his gear. He did one last weapon check, first his pistol, and then his rifle. Cole smiled, "Good," he said quietly to himself. Once satisfied with his work, Cole gathered his gear and departed the armory. Soon, he reached the living room and found that already everyone was there. Hmm, so he was the last one to reach the finish line. Not that he minds it. Just means that with him there. They can finally start the briefing and get this show on the road. Cole simply making a friendly nod towards everyone and took a seat on one of the couches. Then he turned to face Andromedai, "So what is the mission boss?

[Assistant]
"I do believe everyone is now here?" said Aviza as she glanced around at the retinue who had now gathered in the main living room of the safe house. Andromedai nodded her head once in acknowledgement before raising her hand to silence everyone present, "If you would all turn your attention to the screen on my right." Celestian Andromedai would make a slight motion towards the screen, which suddenly turned on to show a section of the main city within the heart of Erathell. "This is the city of Dalenarth, we were here earlier when when visited Nickolai, the Planetary Governor within his personal office. Andromedai frowned slightly, remembering the overly pragmatic individual who had informed them of the Chaos situation within the Hyperion system. "As I have stated before, this world is part civilized and part pleasure planet. It is nearly impossible for us to move around in such a setting while remaining inconspicuous. I believe that if we attempt such, it could hinder our operations. So for the moment I will allow us to move freely around the city as we see fit without worry about being seen. Perhaps we could even draw the Chaos forces out of hiding and into the open." Andromedai would pause for a moment as the screen next to her adjusted to show the south eastern edge of the city, this area was much more open and appeared to be filled with large mansion like homes and other residential buildings one would expect in such a location.

"This is the main residential area of Dalenarth, besides living quarters, one can find Chapels dedicated to the God Emperor, stores to purchase needed supplies for anything one could want, and a large open park within the middle." Pointing with her right hand to a large archway of gothic Imperial Architecture that was the gateway into the residential living area, one could easily see a figure of a hulking golden eagle perched upon the top of it, with the creatures wings outstretched and posed in a way as if the avian form was swooping in to attack its pray. "This is the Aquila Arch, it is the entry way into the residential area of Dalenarth and an important location for our investigation for a number of reasons." The screen would adjust to show the archway from a first person view below it, before Celestian Andromedai would speak once more."The first reports of Chaos forces within the city came from this location, and the people who gathered at this location shortly after the report makes me quite interested in beginning here. I was given a list of those who attended this poorly timed gathering, and we shall be paying each of them a visit, shortly." Andromedai would then take a step forward, "This is where we will begin our investigation into the corruption of Chaos. Now, are there any questions that any of you would like to ask before we move out?"

[User]
Adrianne watched the presentation, and could not deny a sense of trepidation that she felt growing within her chest at the sound of it. And it was not just from the malicious presence creeping around at the corners of her mind. Sure, she always preferred pleasure planets. Even if it contained a problematic amount of snobs and pomps, it was at least safer and cleaner than other imperial planets. On average at least. The one exception would be when said planet was under the influence of chaos cults, when anything and everything on the planet could be turned against them.

"Now, are there any questions that any of you would like to ask before we move out?"

"Actually, there is... " Adrianne said, the psyker having found a comfortable seat in one of the leather bound chairs. Her lavender eyes shifted to the screen that Andromedai had been pointing at.
"You mentioned that it is unlikely that we will be unable to maintain stealth. Do we have some sort of quick strike or reaction force that we could summon should we encounter heavy resistance?"

Adrianne inquired, before raising a gloved finger and looking towards the rest of the retinue around them; the motion causing her snow white ponytail to shift behind her.

"By the way things sound, we could be walking into a hornet nest. Especially if we draw the chaotic forces out in the open. And I do not fully trust the local forces. If we get in over our heads or risk being overrun, I would like to have options other than the PDF to pull us out."

[Assistant]
Stukov offered a nod to the rest of the group as they filed in to begin the briefing, and he turned back to focus on the briefing once it began proper. The longer the brief went along, the more trouble he expected this mission to be. Sure, it was probably their best approach since none of those present were exactly going to be, well, able to undertake quiet or subtle operations easily. Crossing his arms, he was about to speak up with Smiles beat him to it, asking if there was backup when it came to rapid response forces. A squad of stormtroopers on standby would be a huge relief should things go poorly, being able to have an escape option is always good.

 "Took the words right out of my mouth, Smiles. Having an escape option in terms of backup would be extraordinarily useful. How much resistance are we expecting from these individuals that we're...paying visits to? Element of surprise should be on our side for the first few, but bad news is one of the fastest things in the galaxy. And for heretics? An inquisitorial retinue is some very bad news indeed." What would concern him would be that, should the first of those visited would already be ready for them, that would give away the fact that someone high up in the chain tipped them off that trouble was heading there way. Nothing that couldn't be sorted out with a shotgun, just need the right ammunition. Still, he was waiting to hear the word on any potential backup, as well as the targets in question and their readiness for intrusions.

[User]
Cole Cerus

Cole listened and watched intently to the briefing. As it went on, he had some concerns about the mission. While sure, he was used to dropping headfirst into danger literally and had to rely on himself or his squadmates. There was always had some support like Sentinel walkers or a Tauros vehicle to back him up during a mission. Emperor knows how many times those things had been helpful and even saved his life on one occasion. That he always knew who the enemy was, and in this case, it could be anyone, and that fact did not sit comfortably with him. Plus, without the chance to blend in with Chaos around. They may walk into trouble and get caught out in the open.

Cole was about to speak up when Adrianne and then Stukov spoke. He simply nodded; instead, it seems his companions beat him to the punch. It would be nice to have some reliable backup if things get dicey. Preferably some stormtroopers then the local PDF. They may be protecting the planet, but they generally lack the Imperial Guard's precision or skill. Probably never seen actual combat before either. It would be interesting to see what could Andromedai could muster up if not the PDF or stormtroopers. If there are going to be back up at all, which he hopes there would be. So Cole silently waited for Andromedai's response and what else his companions had to say.

[Assistant]
„And just a moment later you've arrived, didn't you?" Medaira replied to Adrianne with a cheeky grin and voice underneath the breather, but her eyes carried her smile quite clearly as she made her way inside proper, making sure to not wave her mechadendrites around… too much.

 Now attention back to the task at hand a the mission briefing, important information was to be had! Yes Medaira did recall the personal office which she left in permanent temperature offset. That was a great prank in motion. The type that you knew will be uncomfortable, but not that annoying for anybody to do anything about. The victim might not even realize they are pranked! Most likely the poor sap would be just regulating manually his AC for a long while yet! Still half pleasure planet half urbanized one was a weird mix! How glorious must the juggling between nature and industry be. Certainly many would would benefit even without a pleasure world status. If for nothing else, but to keep the populace more content. Living with less respiratory complications would likely improve the average morale! This is why she had the breather unit! Suddenly she snapped her attention back on track, she was getting off… track...road… rails?' Focus~!' She looked back at the celestian.

 Listening the rest of the briefing she frowned. A display of chaos on such a public location? Must be pretty brave… maybe stupid or both! Maybe the corruption is far deeper seeded and this display was just caused by stupidity of new overconfident members! Will she get the chance to say that the wife or the butler did it?" I've got a question. There MUST be cameras at a location such as that no? Have those been disabled? As for those who were there, are all of them present in the city at latest reports or have some vanished mysteriously in the interim?" Medaira asked, making mental notes.

 She gazed upon Prank Vict… Stukov and Psyker friend Adrianne for a moment." I would endeavor to establish contact with the local Mechanicus presence to judge potential for corruption and reinforcements from them. Should they be cleared for our needs, we could expect relevant Skitarii squads to be capable of deployment in limited numbers as this is not a Forgeworld." Medaira quipped." As for another question, aside this safe house, are there other discreet hideout locations we can use in the events of emergencies~?"


[System]
Nickname - None

Age - 27

Physical Description

-For a member of an organized crime syndicate, Quinn is not a very imposing individual. He stands six-foot-one with a medium build placing him at or around 185 lbs. His face is smooth and youthful formed of a slight circular shape ending in a rather strong looking chin. Semi-large brown eyes and a slender nose add to the teenage visage despite a well groomed goatee and mustache; these features earned Quinn the nickname "babyface" before he firmly laid that much hated moniker to rest. The rest of his body is fairly average especially in the suits he wears which make him look more slender than he actually is. A black tribal tattoo adorns the right half of his back and stands out nicely against his caramel complexion. His hair is always kept cut extremely short and lined accurately while a lone earring sits in his left ear.

Quinn takes pride in his appearance in regards to the clothes he wears so he is almost always wearing a suit or formal dress wear of some kind.

Syndicate Class - Enforcement

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FrozenEcstasy - Dallas Robertson/Donna Belle Francis

[User]
Sister Ezheia

Unknown Location - 500/500 HP - 6/6 Stamina

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 Ezheia's eyelids slid ajar, welcoming her not to the faces of her troupe in the wagon, but to a dead, slate sky. Her ears rang and vision blurred for several moments, before she forced her senses to normalize. Her nostrils burned with the scent of embers, followed by the reek of decay that lingered after a battle. Her fingers eased themselves around her bow, which had slid from its sheathe and now lay parallel to her. The grass beneath her resembled white ash more than it did vegetation. The Decanus strained to lift herself from the ground; a struggle made harder than it should have been, given that she did not feel completely... inside of her own body.

 The other members of the troupe were easing themselves from the dirt. She recognized their faces, but struggled to piece each to a name. The only one she managed to recall in that hazy moment was Fiona, another sister of the Order. Ezheia drew herself to full height, approaching her subordinate to discern her condition. The girl was unhurt, but no less dumbfounded by whatever instance had led them here. As Fiona pushed herself to her feet, Ezheia caught a glimpse of the trio in red.

 They stood facing the party, faced hid in the folds of their hoods. While Ezheia could clearly see them, they appeared... unwhole; as if they were both present and somewhere else entirely. It was a strange notion to wrap one's head around, and before Ezheia could attempt to draw an explanation, two of them were gone. The third raised its - her? hand, and a handful of figures materialized from the wisps of shadow that rolled lazily through Ezheia's vision.

 The summoned were grotesque amalgamations of men and excess flesh. They bore no faces where they should have had them. They were armed with rudimentary weapons, but did not brandish them. Their movements were sluggish, unsure. The last crimson wraith disappeared from view, and Ezheia's ears caught the words, "...survive this ordeal, a great reward awaits you." Now, the featureless constructs gurgled and moaned to each other. Though difficult to look at, they were peculiarly nonthreatening.

 Almost as if they weren't intended to...

 Several members of the party were already charging with blades in hand, nothing on their minds but the annihilation of the ghouls before them. Ezheia raised a hand, shouting "No!" in warning, but blades had already struck flesh. The Decanus cursed, striking her thigh with a fist. She prayed her hunch was wrong, as she notched an arrow and let it fly into the bare face of the nearest brute.

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Annalynne

Unknown Location - 248 HP 8/8

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Annalynne had enjoyed the conversation in the wagon. While she was completely unused to such a thing, it actually eased any tension, allowing her to close her eyes for a moment of brief bliss. So this is what normal people do, hmm she thought, allowing the words, the voices, the rhythm and charm to circle through her head. She still had her hand clutched to her hip, ready to draw her weapon if need be, but the possibility of not having to use it was nice for a change.

The sudden crash threw them all into chaos. Normally, she would've paid extra attention, taking note of every single thing that happened. It was easier to get through a situation if you know what you were dealing with. Unfortunately, she couldn't recall much. It was as if the crash had completely wiped her memory, or she was somehow asleep for it all. She woke, face down in the dirt. The hilt of her dagger digging into her hip, leaving it tender to the touch. The rancid smell of death and smoke billowed from the earth itself, snaking its way down her lungs, smothering her in its embrace. She sensed the others were near, but there was something else there ... someone else. She tried to keep quiet, her keen ears listening to each syllable, each tone. But the smoke was becoming too much for her. She turned herself over to face the sky, as if there was something to see through closed eye lids, violently coughing as if to expel the vile smoke that was choking her. It wasn't much better top side, but her coughing had eased. Had they fallen into an abyss of nothingness? Not even their carts were to be found. Nothing but darkness, smoke and death.

'A test', the others had mentioned. A grin tugged at her lips. "Should you feeble humans survive this ordeal, a great reward awaits you"

You pack a bunch of 'low lifes' and 'holier than thous' in a cart together, and then threaten their lives., she giggled quietly. And suddenly she felt that this was where she was supposed to be, like all her life was leading up to this moment, why else would she have had to endure such tortures. She wiggled her fingers and then her toes, ensuring that not only were they still there, but that she could move. She slowly slithered back, returning to her previous position, digging the toes of her boots into the ground. She was quite low to the ground, the fog lifted just enough to cover her almost completely. She could barely see much, but the preparation of the others told her all she needed to know. A dagger in one hand, she slipped to the back of the group eyeing her enemy. Her brows wrinkled slightly. These we certainly not human, they weren't beasts either. They were but figures in the dark.

"No!" someone shouted in warning. But it was already too late. The others had mounted their attack. All that she needed now as for them to advance, and then she would make her move... She waited patiently.

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Senua

Unknown Location ♦ 500 HP 6/6 Stamina

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The last thing Senua remembered was the carriage they were riding on, overturning which had tossed her flying into the air. That was the last thing she remembered, and now as acrid and putrid scent of fire and smoke drove her to her senses, her head still somewhat throbbing from the accident. Her ears were ringing and as sound came back gradually to her, it did not help that the first few sounds she heard were of a man yelling for his horse. The sounds of the man rambling on about some other matter she was having difficulty focusing on. Oh god, who cares about your stupid horse.

As her eyes slowly opened, she realised that she was lying down onto the ground, and groaning, she lowered her head to check for any possible injuries on her person. Fortunately, there were none,except for a few aches here and there. The combination of both chainmail and hardened leather wore and done enough of job protecting her from attaining any serious injuries.

As she moved, she could feel the weight of her broadsword on her back. At least she still had her weapon with her. A commotion could be heard up ahead, and Senua moved towards the source of the noise. It was there that she saw the rest of her party who had recovered and risen before her and seemed to be engaged in battle. She must have been one of the last few up and running, as there were already quite a number of them here. The male mercenary was there, the one who she had her conversation with, the one who had introduced herself as Annabelle, and the Priestess as well. Not to mention the Giant of a man, walking around with his hand in hand. The enemies they seemed to be fighting were some kind of inhuman bandits.

They had no eyes, lips or nose, simply skin. Other than the missing facial features, these bandits were dressed and armed for the part, and she had no doubt that they would equally as lethal as your usual bandits, and not to be underestimated. Drawing her broadsword from her back, Senua gripped the sword tightly in her hands, before she took a deep breath before charging towards one of the bandits, her sword angled to decapitate one of her foes once they got into range. If the rest of the members in her party wanted a battle, she wouldn't want to be left out as well,and thus Senua had thrown herself into the mix.

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Unknown Location - Test of the Faceless

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 Moans, gurgles, and grunts permeated the hazy atmosphere as the faceless bandits took up their impromptu formation and awaited any would be attackers, their featureless skin almost foaming with excitement from a mouth it could not conjure. Rusted and worn weapons clutched tight in hand, the identical marauders seemed to catch on to an idea of some sort as their heads whipped about and their subtle movements became a bit more erratic. Nicholas was the first to step forward and, instinctively, a lone enemy took his own steps forward to meet the rather courageous mercenary who mourned the seeming loss of his prized steed. With a sturdy shield in hand and a savage blade in the other, Nicholas poured his weight into a strong upper slash that almost cleaved his foe in two. His enemy stood however, unfazed from the attack and almost appearing to be unimpressed. With its own savage blade, the first of the acting faceless sent its own offense hurling towards the mercenary, cutting along the horizon and meeting the hardy shield that lie in wait to protect its owner. The strength of the attack sent Nicholas sliding backwards, but luckily unharmed--luckily.

 As the magic of a brightly lit arrow burst forth and illuminated more of the smoky surroundings -- revealing only more smoke, but a more detailed view of the enemy at least -- Fiona, the Order of the Burning Light's budding warrior, timed her movements with those of Nicholas and moved in swiftly behind the man before breaking off and launching an assault at the Faceless nearest. Unlike its brethren, this twin preferred the brute force of a blunt club which appeared to be made of wood and bone, but menacingly glared at the group. Though her attack was much wider than Nicholas', something about the form was serene, technical like years had been spent refining these movements until they gracefully connected to one another and allowed one to effortlessly move in and out of spaces with relative ease. In spite of this beauty however, metal met supernatural bone and bounced off the hardened defense allowing the angry Faceless to rear back and bring down a fierce, powerful swing that was narrowly evaded thanks to the apparent swiftness Fiona had gained in her order training.

 Erickson, the hefty knight in the heaviest armor, manically laughed as took on yet another lone Faceless attempting to impale the thing and end it all in one strike--as seemed to be his wont to do based on appearances alone. His longsword forced its way into the chest of the faceless bandit and broke through its back from the sheer force the God Eater applied. If nothing else, Erickson was as strong as he appeared to be though he missed a crucial detail. The Faceless moved forward, the blade sinking deeper into its chest until only the hilt remained visible from the front. Once in range, the unarmed monster curled a fist which took on the properties of stone and bashed the armored knight in his visor. Supernatural strength sent the God Eater backwards, bringing the sword of the bandit with him, and took him to one knee briefly. Cocking its head to one side, the Faceless only stood as the wound from its impalement slowly healed.

 The final two faceless watched their comrades attack and be attacked without so much as a single indicator of emotion. Though they appeared human, it was clear that these creatures were not complete beings. Be it that they lacked a reasoning mind or the soul of a living individual one could not discern, but they did not behave in a way that suggested they were fighting to cling on to something unlike most of the natural world with its various purpose and goals intertwined in their combative encounters. No, these creatures seemed to only attack because the group -- namely Nicholas -- had decided to attack them first even as it did not appear as though they were defending themselves either. Sister Ezheia seemingly caught on to this fact before she let the air of battle infect her body and sent an arrow whizzing straight through the neck of another unfazed Faceless. Annalynne's body language and expression were inclined to agree and without the weight of peer pressure forcing her into combat--she did not move, but only surveyed the situation as events unfolded around her. In the end, Senua achieved what seemed to be an impossible feat.

 The last unwarranted faceless fell headless as Senua's broadsword butchered its neck and left its head rolling away into the invisibility of the heavy fog and smoke. Black liquid pooled from the newly opened cavity and as massive amounts seeped around the entire form of the motionless bandit, skin and clothes began to melt and merge with the bubbling substance. It gave off a strong aroma of ash and cinders mixed with the rotting stench of dying flesh and decaying organs. Somehow, someway, Senua had been successfully able to kill one of the creatures proving that, though they were not of this realm, their like could still be felled by man-made weaponry and prowess. Marcus looked on in amazement as the admittedly young looking member of the party now looked to be something more like a warrior in his eyes. Maybe that broadsword was for more than decoration after all. With a new confidence, Marcus unsheathed his blade once more.

Nicholas - Attack was ineffective, but he is unharmed luckily
Fiona - Attack blocked, but her agility was boosted in this situation for unknown reasons. She is unharmed.
Erickson - Damaged his enemy, but also received a blow with magical infusion. 100 HP loss
Sister Ezheia - Unharmed due to a long range attack, but attack was ineffective
Annalynne - Did not attack, unharmed
Senua - Killed a faceless somehow. Attack was super effective
Marcus - Did not attack, unharmed


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The Outsider
Age: 35

Height/Weight: 6'8"/ 265 Ibs

Nationality: Russian

Personality: Described as intense and driven, Sasha is not a guy you want to make an enemy of. He's intelligent, level headed, collected, and when he sees fit, unnaturally cold. With the heart of a soldier, Sasha will stop at nothing to complete a task he's set his mind on. His sheer will and determination make him a valuable ally.

He has a cool nature and a steady demeanor. His outer appearance is typically calm; it takes a lot to get him riled up.

The softer side of Sasha isn't something many people get to see. For one, he doesn't have many people to show it to, outside of his very small friend circle. Afraid of getting too close to other people, lest he be jaded, Sasha doesn't associate with others a whole lot. But when he's decided that you're his friend, a warmer, gentler giant begins to emerge. He values close bonds above all else, making his friends the most important things in his life. He doesn't have many, but those he does have, he'd protect with his life.

Skills: Your usual military training applies. He's proficient with most guns, but is particularly skilled at hand to hand combat. Has been known for one punch knock outs. He also has some experience in leadership.

Appearance: Sasha is a very large man. He stands four inches short of seven feet tall, solidly built and muscular. He has pale skin and dirty blonde hair that is kept in a neat buzz cut. His eyes are a gray-ish blue, and cold as ice. He wears mostly old military pants and shirts, in drab green and tans.

Power: Being a literal giant could be considered his power.

Abilities:
He has a definite height advantage.

He has enhanced strength, able to bench press just over one ton.

Weakness: As you can imagine, being the size of a Buick comes with certain disadvantages. He sticks out like a sore thumb among normal people, he needs about twice as many calories as everyone else, and as far as running goes, he's pretty slow. Also, bullets and knives.

Extra or Miscellaneous information Sasha speaks with a Russian accent. He speaks several European languages fluently, Russian and English being his best of course.

History: Sasha grew up in Kazan, Russia. His mother overdosed when Sasha was 5. He was left to be raised by his father, who fell into depression after the loss of his wife. His father wasn't the kindest, and often times was abusive. After Sasha's mother had died, he had essentially lost interest in being a father. He would often invite his loud and obnoxious friends over to watch soccer games, drink, and play poker while Sasha hid in his room and pretended not to exist. Sasha wanted to get out of the house as soon as he could, and joining the military seemed like the best option. However, Sasha had something of an authority issue when he was younger. His father's poor job of raising him had turned him into a rebellious punk.

After six years of service, Sasha slowly lost some of that punk kid attitude. He was eventually promoted to a second lieutenant and given his own, small platoon. They were deployed to Ukraine, where Sasha and his men were given orders that went against his own set of personal morals. When he refused to carry them out, he was threatened with everything in the book: treason, discharge, prison, the works. Instead, he just quit. Sasha and several of his men went AWOL.

What he's been doing with his life since then is anyone's guess. Rumors of him leading a rag tag group of mercenaries on worldwide exploits have gone around. But that doesn't really matter anymore, does it?

He was in the States when the asteroid hit, and was one of about a hundred people to survive within a shelter in the southeast. Recently, that shelter was infiltrated and destroyed by a wandering group of vicious looters. How he survived and got all the way out to the Bunker is yet to be discovered.

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Kwan contemplated Harley's statement and thought how she should be worried about her and the other woman's own sanity but couldn't because so far evidence pointed to its probability. She decided there was only one way to test the theory so she stood and headed to the center of the room with the bent spoon and held it out at arm's length then let it go. She had performed this stunt before in training but this time instead of going into motion as soon as she felt it leave her fingers she delayed as she focused all her senses on the falling spoon. She was surprised when she did because the spoon fell as if it were sinking in a dense liquid and it took all the willpower she could manage to wait for it to fall almost to the floor before she acted and caught it about an inch from the floor.

To Kawn all this seemed to take about 10 minutes to happen and her catch about five seconds but to anyone observing it all happened in the space of less than two seconds and she catch was accomplished in a blur of motion so fast that she looked like she smeared from a standing to a squatting position.

To someone else perhaps this would have been enough but for Kwan it was a beginning. Next she took the spoon over to a nearby concrete wall and took the stiff handle and placed the but against it then focused all her muscles to tapping it as rapidly as she could for a moment and was amused and surprised when the spoon bored a small hole in the material. She was forced to drop the spoon when she felt it trying to burn her fingers where they were in contact with the metal.

She had made the stainless steel utensil heat by shear friction and that was understandable when she looked at the hole in the wall and noticed she'd dug about an inch deep in seconds.

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Kai Funches

Not long after Kai started heading back, he was coughing a bit more, becoming lightheaded and was starting to have nausea. Was it the cockroach he ate? He kept feeling that was the case at this moment when he stumbled, losing a bit of balance when he spat out blood. He made it back to the bunker but not until he passed out once making it inside and being brought to a room to rest, being in and out od consciousness.

Throughout the week, he had a hard time breathing, others thought he was going to die but instead, simply suffered the whole time until his sickness passed and he finally awoke from it, getting up. During that time as he was suck, he didn't eat anything since then. He was in too much pain and even if he did eat, would he have been able to hold down the food? Kai got up with intent to get something to eat as he jumped out of bed to notice that he wasn't touching the ground, hitting his head on the ceiling.

Not only was he not touching the ground but he seemed to be stuck to the ceiling with wide eyes wondering if he was just going through a trippy hallucination or if this shit was real Uh......help??? he said nonchalantly.

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Jae Park

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Day 5, 12:30PM
JJ shook Robert a couple more times before giving up on waking him. The boy was either a really really deep sleeper or he has some sort of mental problem. "O-okay...maybe shaking you that much wasn't such a good idea," he muttered, belatedly realizing that he might have cause a lot more harm than good. He stared at Robert for a couple minutes. His breathing was slow and steady and it didn't look like the shaking did him any harm. Well, he really can't be sure and the only way to know was to wait for him to wake up. JJ pulled Robert's blanket, draped it over the sleeping boy and then settled down on the floor.

Ten minutes passed. JJ leaned back and closed his eyes.

Fifteen minutes. JJ began tapping his foot to a song playing in his head.

Twenty five minutes. JJ began singing to the tune that was continuously playing in his head. He would have gotten up to dance but he'd probably burst out into flames again if he did.

Thirty minutes. JJ had already finished singing two whole songs. He glanced over to Robert who hadn't even moved. His stomach grumbled.

He stood up. "Okay, it doesn't seem like you're waking up any time soon. I'll just go grab something to eat cause...yeah... my stomach is about to eat me alive. I'll check in on you again later." He patted the boy's arm and then turned and walked out of the room.

Wondering if there was still food left in the cafeteria, he hurried towards it, passing by another room on the way. The door was partially open.

"Uh.....help???"

The tone of the voice wasn't exactly urgent but it was a call for help all the same. JJ stopped and peeked into the room. At first, he didn't see anyone and thought he had just imagined the voice. He was about to turn away when something on the ceiling caught his attention. He looked up and his eyes widened. Kai was up on the ceiling... Is he stuck up there?

JJ always followed a strict policy to help first before asking questions but this was an exception. The situation had him so curious that he asked just as he extended his hand up to help. "I was just thinking about flying earlier but it looks like you beat me to it. How'd you get up there? I don't suppose you just floated straight up, did you?" It was a silly question. But with all that's been happening lately, he wouldn't be surprised if Kai said yes.

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Kai Funches

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Did Kai expect anyone to hear him? No, in fact, he was thinking to himself on what the hell just happened and why did it happen. He was going to have to figure this thing out. Hopefully, he wouldn't just all of a sudden stop sticking to the ceiling and fall straight down to the floor to bust his ass.

With his mind at a tangle of questions and looking as if he was on the shooms, he looked down at the Asian dude that walked in looking around and then up at him. As the guy extended his hand, Kai was hesitant. "I was just thinking about flying earlier but it looks like you beat me to it. How'd you get up there? I don't suppose you just floated straight right up, did you?"

With a raised eyebrow, Kai was going to give a witty retort but nothing surfaced in his mind at that moment Fly? if only...and yeah....that exactly what happened. Getting up to get some food but then I felt like I became weightless and ended up stuck up here. Guess morning wood wasn't the only thing rising today. Kai said extending his hand to grab on to JJ's hand and proceeded to lightly push off the ceiling to give JJ the assistance to get him down from there. In that instant of trying to get down, the seeming weightlessness felt like it was wearing off, causing Kai to notice he was going to simply drop. d'aaawww shit....

@RumikoOhara @Spinosaurus @Metronome @alexfangtalon @Venku @December @Aeternum

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Dam she was so hungry now and it wouldn't do her any good to go back through the chow line because of rationing; she then remembered her goody box. She had hid it knowing there would come a day when she would need it to cheer herself up; two of heaven's most delectable creations from a micro confectioner out of San Francisco. They were trail bars made of honey, oats and blueberries, well there were other ingredients but those were the parts she loved most.

So eager was she for her goodies that she left the room in a whooshing sound as she hurried to her room and opened her steamer trunk so quickly she almost snapped the hinge. That near disaster made her careful as she popped the old smuggler's drawer open and find her two lovelies and pull them out she also noted that her honey jar was crystallizing but that just required a little heat to solve.

"Honey! Blueberries! And Oats! said Kwan in Mandarin we voice as sweet and light as a school girls.

Then she strips a bar and though she feels like she takes several minutes to eat it and actually eats it in less than 5 seconds then inhales the second moments afterwards'

Oh Yes! Orgasmic  she says breathlessly enjoying a strange rush of energy.

Well now I need to figure out where my next fix is coming from.

I guess gathering honey might be easy now that I'm so fast, I might even be able to take a Queen and make a hive so I'll always have honey

[Assistant]
Jae Park

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Day 5, 12:45PM
JJ chuckled as Kai reached out for his hand. As soon as he had a good grasp of the older boy's hand, he gave a quick, strong tug, taking into account Kai's weight. He figured he'd need to exert a little effort to pull him down. What he didn't expect was the sudden help gravity decided to give them. His eyes widened, not even getting that chance to dodge or to brace for impact. In a matter of seconds, Kai's entire 175 lbs was on top of him, pinning him to the ground.
(Visual aid minus the cat)

He groaned as he got the wind knocked out of him. He stared at the ceiling, momentarily regretting helping out. "I'm glad I could be of some help as a cushion to break your fall. But I think you may have broken me."

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Sasha nodded to the Commander as he came over. The hulking man was just scraping up the last of his soup as Harley spoke. He perked up a little at the mention of the doors being opened again. Being stuck in here for the last few days hadn't been very fun. Sasha had spent a lot of that time sleeping, but during his waking hours, he had been bored out of his mind. He didn't really know anyone here well enough to waste time with them.

"Maybe we should organize a hunting party," He suggested, "The soup's getting a little thin." Sasha demonstrated by swirling the last watery drops of broth in his bowl. "If we could kill one of those mutated animals out there, we could have a couple hundred pounds of meat."

During his three days out in the wild, Sasha had encountered several of the new fauna. Among them were roaches the size of cats, wolves that traveled in packs and easily out weighed a pony, and deer with massive antlers and thick muscles.


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Nathan James Hunter

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Gender: Male

Age: 25

Place of Birth:
Originally from Los Angeles, Nathan has been all over the world. He goes wherever the security firm he works for sends him and he is currently in Buckhead, working as a bodyguard for a wealthy client.

Sexuality:
Nate identifies as heterosexual but he's not entirely against the idea of being in a relationship with a man. He just hasn't found one he's interested in that way.

Relationship Status:
Single but there's no shortage of women in his life. He's just not one for committed relationships.

Occupation:
Bodyguard.

Power:
Self Duplication – Nate can make exact physical copies of himself. These duplicates are aware that they're not real but retain a certain amount of autonomy. They are compelled to follow orders from the original but how they go about this is entirely up to them. Duplicates generally think, act and feel exactly like the original but occasionally one will display a different personality. This is rare however. There's no hive mind between Nate and the duplicates but, when they are reabsorbed, he gains all of their memories and knowledge learned since their creation. Nate can comfortably make up to ten duplicates (although usually only creates three or four) but is capable of making far more. The problem is that after around ten, the duplicates become progressively less intelligent, less reliable and potentially even dangerous. Each duplicate is capable of making another duplicate but the rule of ten still applies. Any more than ten duplicates in the world, regardless of who created them, and they become gradually less intelligent. If a duplicate is ever knocked unconscious or killed, they aren't immediately reabsorbed into the original. Nate has to be within a certain distance to call back his duplicates and the further they travel away, the weaker their empathic connection with the original becomes.

Cost of powers use:
The cost of Nate's powers comes in the form of his slow but gradual decent into insanity. Nate will eventually become less stable as a result of splitting his mind over and over again. Nate redefines split-personality and it's not entirely impossible that one of those rare but distinctive other personalities may take hold of the original.

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Appearance:
With blonde hair, green eyes and a flawless complexion, Nate is a very good looking young man. He stands at about 6ft tall with a body that has been toned by years of military training. His hair is light and when not cropped close to his head, a rare occurrence, it tends to form loose curls. Nate is always clean shaven and well presented. His style of dress tends to be smart casual when not working but when he is working, he usually sports a suit.

Skills:
* Strength and Athleticism - With years of military training, Nate is a very physically capable individual. He is well conditioned and able to run, jump, climb etc. far better than a civilian. He can fight with the best of them and is trained in a number of different styles.
* Mechanics and hacking – Nate has always had an affinity for machines in whatever form they take. He's hardly the most intelligent person ever but he can repair an engine and break into a someone's computer with surprising ease.
* Battlefield medicine – Nate comes from an entire family of doctors so he's learned a thing or two. He put this knowledge to good use in the military where he was a trained field medic. He's no doctor but he knows how to stitch up a wound.
* Piloting - A skill he learned while seeking thrills. He's probably not the safest pilot but he hasn't crashed a plane...yet.

Personality:
Nate, at first glance, seems like the average jock. He can come across as obnoxious and loud. He's not afraid to say what's on his mind and frequently does just that to the point of being rude. But he is surprisingly intelligent and tends to plot and plan just about everything unless he's in the thick of the action in which case he generally goes with his gut. Actually thinking under pressure is not something he does. He just reacts unless he has time to stand back and take things in. He has an alarming tendency to find dangerous situations and he couldn't be more thrilled about that. Nate lives for excitement and adventure and if it doesn't come his way, he'll actively go out and find it. There is generally always a smile (or at least a smirk) plastered on Nate's face, even if he's feeling terrible inside. He's a joker and always has some smart ass comment about everything. Despite his tendency to be an ass, Nate can also be a very caring person to those he considers a friend or, to a lesser extent, those he sees as just generally good people. He doesn't meet a lot of those people though.

History:
Nathan lived a pretty normal and predictable early life. High school football star, homecoming king, relatively decent grades. But then he joined the military and normal and predictable went out the window. His mother, father, brother and sister were all doctors and everyone expected Nathan to follow in their footsteps. Nathan had other ideas. He wanted action and excitement. He got plenty of that. After basic training, Nate found his way into a special operations team where he was the youngest member but he quickly earned a reputation as a capable and talented operative. Nate was sent to multiple parts of the world. Iraq, Afghanistan, Detroit, Somalia. It seemed like everywhere their was danger, Nathan James Hunter would show up. And he loved every minute of it. The excitement, the danger. Living by the skin of your teeth. Nate loved it and then he [REDACTED] and was drummed out of the military.

It was all over.

The excitement, the adventure, the foreign women with the massive bazongas. It was all gone. And Nate was lost. What was he supposed to do now? All that training and living life on the edge. And now there was none of it. Nate spent some time travelling on his own, seeking out adventure. He learned how to fly a plane and how to fall out of that plane without dying. He used his considerable fighting skills as a professional fighter. He even tried his hand at bounty hunting for a time until he fell into his current profession of bodyguard. He literally fell into it. But that's a story for another time.

Joining a security firm, Nate found himself being hired out to various clients to protect them. It was a line of work he proved talented at and he stuck with it longer than anything since leaving the military. Some of the gigs can be boring and there's a lot of charity functions like the one he currently finds himself attending in Buckhead but people don't generally hire bodyguards unless there's at least some threat of danger. And if Nate's around, that danger will probably find him.

He wouldn't have it any other way.

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Nate held his eyes shut tight as JJ spoke to him. The knowledge that Vin was up to something potentially stupid made his head hurt more. He was confident Michaels would find him though. There was little he could do right now anyway. Instead, he struggled to push himself up off the ground. His body ached and he winced in pain at the effort, only managing to get to a sitting position. He wrapped an arm around his ribs and informed JJ "Don't worry about Vincent. He'll be back in a minute...So how's your day going?" His tone was casual and friendly as though he were having a conversation over the kitchen table with an old friend rather than in a jail cell.

He didn't have time to hear JJ's likely scathing response as Michaels was quickly back, shoving Vin towards a cell. As they talked, Nate pulled himself up and strolled towards the cell door. With Vin back in his cell, Michaels made his way back over towards Nate. He stopped in front of the cell in said in a hushed tone "The bag's under the desk in the next room. My guys will look the other way but not everyone. I don't have that much pull around here so make it quick. You'll have five minutes at most."

Nate bobbed his head up and down and said "I can deal with that."

"I expect that file as soon as possible, Hunter." Michaels informed Nate. "Or I swear to god, I will hunt you down myself and there will be no getting out next time."

Nate made a "psshhh" sound with his teeth and responded "I get it Michaels...Kiss goodbye?"

Michaels only reached through the bars and grabbed Nate by the shirt before yanking him forwards, causing his face to slam into a bar. "Don't forget what I said, asshole." Nate stumbled backwards, holding his nose as Michaels headed for the door, yelling over his shoulder "I'll be back to question you clowns in a minute. Don't go anywhere."

Nate ran his tongue along his teeth to make sure they were all still there. Satisfied that his smile was still intact, he flashed it at JJ and Vin and informed them "He loves me really. He's just gotta make it look good for the camera." He then reached into his pocket where Michaels had fondled him a moment ago and pulled out a key, holding it up to chest height to show the others. "So, who's for a jailbreak?"

Reaching through the bars, he stuck the key in the cell lock and unlocked the door with an ease that suggested he had done it before. He quickly stepped out and had JJ's cell open just as easily. He didn't go in to check on the obviously in pain JJ. Instead he moved down the row of cells and unlocked Vin's door, saying to the other man with a smile "Admit it. You missed me."

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"Wow." Vin mumbled under his breath, watching the maniac Detective go off on Nate as though he were reprimanding a small child. Apparently Nate and Michaels had more of a past than he thought, and what the Detective said earlier about him started to make more sense. But it didn't matter, since Nate was needed regardless, and the Detective was out the door before anymore could be said. Nate, not wasting any time, was out of his cage and standing in front of Vin's unlocked cell door with his typical "look at me suckas!" grin across his face.

"Yeah, yeah...you're missed, but no kisses right now, bro." Vincent said, patting him on the shoulder as he hurried by and slipped into the cell where Jennifer was, kneeling down at her side to help her sit up.

"Are you okay? I swear I thought you were a hell of an actor back there…" He said, trying to fake a smile. "But it turns out something did happen, didn't it? Was it the headaches again?"

Vin remembered the first time Jennifer had helped him, and she paid a heavy price in the form of terrible
migraines that probably felt just as bad as when they'd manifested through his curse. Every violent action that those damned things take feels like it takes a piece of him with it.

"Some powers, eh?" He said with a grin, looking into her weary, yet beautifully perfected eyes.

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"Yeah, it was one of those headaches...but I'm not sure what happened. I haven't come into contact with anyone, much less absorb their injuries..." Jennifer trailed off, sighing at the possibilities of what it all meant for her. "I don't want to get these headaches for the rest of my life, Vin, I'm scared. I really am."

She gave him a helpless look before dusting off her hands, walking out of the cell with Vin following closely behind her. "So, pretty boy," she turned to Nate, that smirk of his still present on his face, "care to guide us out of this hellhole? Oh, and remind me to buy your cop friend a drink for busting us out one of the nights."

Jennifer turned to Vin, extending her hand out for him to grab while motioning towards the door.

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Nate rolled his eyes while watching Vin and JJ. Leaning a shoulder against the cell door, he watched Vin fawn over JJ and wondered if she knew how smitten the poor schmuck was with her. It would almost be adorable if they weren't under a time constraint. He was glad when JJ turned to him and asked to be led out. He brightened up then, standing up straight and rubbing his hands together. "Not only do I care to," he replied to her question. "It would be my honor."

His smile only grew as he headed for the door, as though breaking out of police custody with the threat of violence and possible death looming over his shoulder was somehow fun. To a normal person, it wouldn't be. But Nate was far from normal and he seemed to thrive on adrenaline. It probably wasn't a healthy way to live but neither was eating bacon double cheeseburgers and millions of people did that every day.

Poking his head through the door to make sure there was no one around, Nate ushered the others into the next room while the coast was clear. He ducked behind a desk and quickly reappeared, dumping a large duffel bag on top of the desk. The bag contained their belongings, minus Nate's small arsenal of handguns and explosives. Apparently Michaels didn't like the idea of a maniac like Nate running around with a bag full of guns. Also in the bag were some police uniforms, one of which Nate pulled out and tossed to Vin. "Put this on." he informed him. He shifted his attention then to JJ and said "Now, Jennifer. There's a uniform in here for you too. But, personally, I think you'd be more suited to the role of trashy call girl." He pulled a set of cuffs from the bag and dangled them on his finger. "I mean you pulled it off so well the last time."


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Age: 16
Gender: Female
Appearance: "Heheheee~ Don't go back that way, it's-"*BOOM*"-... Right on time! :D"
Abilities: Milly is, in spite of her young age, an explosives expert with an in-depth knowledge of how to brew just about anything you might need for demolition. She knows how to make small explosives, big explosives, explosives that will stick to a surface, explosives that will just flash without actually causing damage, if you need something blown up, Milly is the one to ask. She's also rather capable of laying traps, provided they involve explosives. She is also adept at predicting when an explosion will occur, and as she is familiar with the scent of gunpowder she can detect it by smell very easily. Due to her small size, Milly is also decent at infiltration, provided she gets to blow something up at the end.
Personality: Milly is rather friendly and enthusiastic, and eager to talk. Well, eager to talk about one specific thing. Explosives. Milly loves to talk about explosives. This may be because of her near-obsession with them and her tendency to use them for just about any purpose no matter what it is. Distractions, breaking through a lock, fighting, Milly uses explosives to do just about anything they could possibly be used for. She adores explosions to the point of almost lusting for a fiery blast of destruction, which likely drives her work to make more and more explosives. She is eager to help out the crew... by building explosives and explosive traps. However, she can also be rather temperamental and quick to anger. She is much more patient with constructing new bombs then she is with people in most cases. She dislikes her nickname of "Minnie" as she is self-conscious about her small size and underdeveloped appearance. However, she is confident she will grow out of it, insisting she is simply a late bloomer and in a year or two she will be even more mature in build then any of the other girls in the crew. Her payback towards those who anger her tends to vary, from planting flashbang traps in their room to putting small explosive traps under their bed, the former for friends and the latter for enemies.
Bio: Descended from a long line of explosives experts, Milly's purpose in life is derived from the success of her family in the field. To put it simply, Milly feels the need to display her explosives knowledge. Born to Eric and Danielle Nobel, Milly grew up learning about explosives. Indeed, from a young age, she grew more and more obsessed with them. Sadly, she suffered from illness early in life, which she insists explains her "late bloomer" status. She has long since recovered from her illness, and insisted in venturing out into the world to display her explosives knowledge. It became especially important to her after the accidental death of her father six years ago, which many people attributed to a mistake with his explosives. Adamant that her father would never make such a mistake, Milly left in order to prove the knowledge he passed to her was not the knowledge of someone who would have killed themselves with their own work. Admittedly she also left in order to blow up more things, but the original, chief purpose, the one closest to her heart, is to prove herself and prove her father did not make a mistake that cost him his life.

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Morning of First Adventure

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Melody woke up and looked around her cabin. Everything was in order, last nights thunder storm hadn't seriously dislocated anything in he room. She walked over to the control panel (in her room) and looked to see what the ships power level was at. "98%? I thought that storm would have completely filled our power cells." She let out a sigh and proceeded to get dressed. I didn't matter if the cell wasn't fully charged, as long as it got them to the destination she didn't care. Once she was dressed, she donned her old captain's white coat which she wore as a cloak. She strapped on her sword and gun and walked out of the cabin onto the deck. It was quiet, most of the crew was asleep, she hoped that the lookout in the crow's nest wasn't asleep either. As much as Melody trusted her crew, she knew that certain people would fall asleep on the job when assigned to be the look out. Melody didn't want to know if the look out was asleep, they were safe, and she didn't feel any explosions... so far, therefore all was well.
 Seeing that everything on deck was still fine, Melody proceeded to the helm of the ship and took control of the wheel. She always felt comfortable when steering the ship, despite that the wheel was only the turning agent on the miraculous craft. Next to the wheel were 3 levers on each side of the wheel. Each lever controlled 1 of the 6 rotors on the corresponding side of the ship. There were also 2 more switches on the floor that the helmsman stepped on to make the ship go forward or backward. Melody set the ship into forward motion and looked at the displayed map next to her. As long as they held an eastward direction, they would eventually make it to Falis Island.
 The wind began to whip through her hair as the Stormsong soared through the clouds. Melody always felt free and relaxed when she was gliding through the clouds, and because she felt relaxed, she began to sing. She started singing a sweet energizing melody that wafted through the ship. She knew that her song would wake up her crew, she also knew that it would give them a little extra spring in their step as they worked. It was a win-win situation for her; she got to sing, and her crew would keep the ship in top shape. All was well, for now.

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"Mnn...?"

One green eye slowly opened. Oh... the captain was singing, it must've been morning already. With a yawn, the pale, white-haired girl sat up and rubbed her eyes. There was a slight clanking sound as she shifted, knocking aside the empty containers she used to make bombs. Indeed, there was a pile of them directly next to her hammock, now scattered across the ground. Milly's room on the ship was full of these kinds of things. Shelves were covered in supplies to make explosives, she had several barrels of gunpowder lining the walls. String to ignite it, pressure triggers, wires that allowed her to make traps or ranged explosives, glue for sticky bombs, potassium and magnesium for flashbangs... and that didn't even count all the grenades she had in the pockets lining the interior of her dress. To put it simply, Milly's room was packed with all kinds of dangerous materials. She had a desk as well, for working on explosives and engineering traps. Hopping out of her hammock, she headed for the doorway and pushed it open.

It creaked open, and Milly stepped out of her room. Certainly, it was brighter outside then it was in there, in part because using fire in a room full of gunpowder and explosives was incredibly foolish and attempting to rig up any other form of lighting in the room had been met mostly with failure. She stretched again, feeling the wind whip past her.

Hopefully, she'd get to blow something up today.

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~Excerpt from Jonathan's Notebook - Week 319, Day 2~

...by the skin of our teeth. What a dreadful nightmare. It's not as if I proposed to her right then and there. I only meant to sweep her off her feet with my irresistible charm and let the moment pass. By the heavens, I swear that husbands are really just petty children with grubby fingers in disguise. Surely, I must be the only reasonable and sensitive man in all of Endalia.

In more recent events, I have found my stay aboard the Stormsong to be quite pleasant. I suppose a week must have passed since we embarked along with the crew, and every day since has been marked by a sort of youthful exuberance that I've not felt since my days at the Hartford estate.

Alas, I cannot say that I've won the favor of our dear captain. Though she has come of age and is strikingly beautiful, she has dismissed all of my advances without a single hint of consideration. I do wonder why she treats me so. I am honorable and kind - a peerless gentleman among a sea of neanderthalic male drones. Yet all I receive in kind is disdain.

Oh what tragedy! How I long to be the subject of her gentle voice's angelic strains. In fact - I can hear her singing now, as seems to be her morning habit at the wheel. How can the tune she spins ring so sweetly, when the unrequited affections of my heart cry out in bitter anguish?

In contrast, the cannoneer and I have gotten along quite well, and I've found myself quite taken with the girl. Ms. Milly Nobel is her name, though she seems to be called Minnie by the other crew members, much to her chagrin. Quite the excitable lass, and fond of incendiaries, much like myself. I wouldn't dare touch her now, but I believe that in several years time she will grow to become an exquisite rose that causes all other--

THUNK.

Red stars blurred his vision as Jonathan clutched his head in recoil at the blow, sending both his quill and journal tumbling to the deck below. He moaned in agony, but immediately began to panic. He needed to warn the others. They were under attack. Eyes still shut at the impact blindness, Jonathan reached clumsily at his back, his fingers searching frantically for his blunderbuss. But it was no where to be found. He froze. Opening his eyes slowly, Jonathan's vision returned just in time for him to find the barrel of his own gun pointed right at his face.

"bang." Song stated flatly. "now you're dead, and everyone else is too." She dropped the gun derisively onto the bottom of the crows nest. It landed with a dull thunk.

"Now Song, I--," Jonathan stammered, attempting to regain his composure. He stood up, and straightened himself out before continuing. "I was merely performing a mental exercise, training my peripheral vision to perform my look out duty as my direct vision was preoccupied with… other things."

"that turned out quite well, i think." Song mused dryly.

Jonathan cringed. "Indeed… Well I suppose you're here to relieve me and take over my look out shift. Yes? Good. Very Good. I'll leave you to it. Wouldn't want to distract you, heavens no. I--"

"just go." Song rolled her eyes, and gracefully seated herself in the crow's nest, picking up the spyglass that Jonathan had clearly not been using.

Jonathan sighed in mild dejection, and began the slow climb down to the main deck. As his feet hit the wood, he scanned the surface for his journal and quill. How rude could Song possibly be? Sure, he may have endangered the entire crew by neglecting his lookout duties to write in his log, but was that any reason at all to treat him poorly? He didn't think so.

Now where was that damned notebook?

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"kuru! kuru!"

"kuru! kuru! kuru!"

"kuru! kuru! kuruuuuu!"

"Mmm..." Char woke up after being restlessly poked in her right cheek by Pico. Her first reaction was to roll to her side and cover her head with her pillow, but then Pico started poking her sides, with made Char break out in laughter and before she noticed, she was already wide awake.

"Oh come on, Pico. You could at least let me sleep over once in a while, I spent the last night with my face buried in the ship's logbook, you know?" Char said playfully, not really meaning to scold her clueless pet. However, it was a fact that Char spent the night prowling through the ship's log trying to rig the many holes on the Stormsong's financial balance.

"Lalala..."

It was then that Char heard the Melody's song, which meant that the day outside was a good one, "Let's go, Pico!" Char said excitedly as she jumped down from her bed and tumbled on the floor bellow to cushion her fall. "kuru!" Pico chirped as he flew to his place at Char's shoulder.

When Char opened the door, she heard the sound of many falling objects on the powder room, "Minnie-san! Are you ok?" She asked a few moments before the girl who slept there like it was her own room stepped out of the door, stretched and went to the upper deck with a face that showed all too well what was passing through her mind.

"Have a nice day!" Char waved to the passing girl before turning to Pico and saying, "I guess cooking is on us today again, huh?" With a happy "kuru!" Pico rubbed his face on Char's cheek as they made their way to ship's kitchen.

A few minutes later...

The smell of freshly baked bread, whose dough had been left resting by Char a little before she went to sleep, sunny side up seasoned eggs, bacon and coffee quickly took the ship. And probably most of the crew had their stomachs growling by the time Char stepped at the upper deck and yelled, "Breakfast is ready, people! Come while it's still hot!"

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As Milly strolled away from her room, something that she had heard finally caught up to her.

'Minnie'.

A simmering heat built up in the pale girl's heart. Her name wasn't Minnie! It absolutely wasn't! Sure, some people on the ship had decided it was a great idea to start calling her that, but it wasn't her name! She spun on her heel, her dress fluttering as she did, raising one finger.

"My name's not Minnie! Just because it sounds like... sounds... like..." she blinked, confused, looking around. The girl who had referred to her by that name(it was definitely a female voice) was long gone by now. Milly, though she hadn't realized it, was still rather groggy from waking up. It had taken quite a while for the words to catch up to her. For a few moments, the small girl stood there, before folding her arms over her chest in irritation and turning away as she proceeded across the deck. Hmph, calling her Minnie... she was just a late bloomer!

At the very least, it was quite a nice day outside. There was a good wind, it was clear out... Yes, certainly, they'd probably find somewhere where she could blow something up soon!