[System]
Age- 18
Gender- Male
Sexuality?- Straight
Appearance-
Alo stands at 6 foot 1 and has a muscular physique. His hair is an ebony black, and is shaved at the sides but kept at a normal length on the top. He has a strong jaw, and stubble can often be seen growing on his face due to his laziness when shaving. His eyes are a piercing blue and a small scar cuts his right eyebrow down the centre. His body is a roadmap of scars, with the most concentrated area being his knuckles and stomach. A large tattoo of a Celtic cross can be seen on the side of his body, matching the 'Hibs' football club tattoo on his upper right arm.
Personality-
Alo is outgoing and arrogant. He won't hesitate to crack a joke, even if only he himself finds it funny. He is overtly confident in his abilities, and assumes he can pull off many dangerous things on first try even if it's obvious that he can't. Some would call him an idiot, but he truly has trouble understanding a few things that break from the status quo. For example, the first time he met a gay person he didn't discriminate against them per say, just asked a few wrong questions here or there on accident. He at least tries to be kind to people in general, even if that means subjecting them to his 'top banter'.
Backstory-
Alo was born in Manchester, England to a businessman father who he never saw and a housewife mother. His early life wasn't eventful in the least, his mother was largely trying to enjoy life rather than take care of him and as a result he spent a lot of his life locked in a crib, away from anything fun or dangerous. As soon as he entered school things changed though. He fell in with a group who would later grow up to become 'football casuals'. They ruled the playground with an iron fist, beating anyone who would get in their way.

Sadly, Alo's mother died in a car accident around the time he turned 13, and as a result he was sent to live in America with his father for the time being. This did not work out well. He got into more and more fights at school and hated his father to the point where at one point near the end of their relationship he did actually hit him. Alo ran away from home at the age of 16, and grew up a lot during his time hitch-hiking and whatnot. He mended his bully-like attitude first and foremost, and took on a small job in retail to see himself by. That is, until he was accepted into Dreamy Pines.
Interests-
-'Madchester' music
-Western movies
-Idolizes John Wayne
-Football
-Playing guitar
Dislikes-
-Romance movies
-Being talked down to
-Being ordered around
Fears-
-Dementia
-Going blind
Issues?-
-Will often go too far if angry.

[User]
Nytesaed kept her mouth shut through the old hag's speech, barely containing a laugh as she listed the banned items and thought to the half pack of cigarettes in her inner jacket pocket, the mickey of Jack in her bag, the bong and baggie of weed next to it and the switchblade,which was stolen, in her boot.
Good to know I'm off to a fucking stellar start. She thought. Not that she was ever planning on following any of the rules in the first place, but she still payed attention, just so she knew what she would be breaking. The old house smelled like mothballs and industrial sanitizer. It felt like a fusion between an old folks home and a mental asylum and it skeeved her the fuck out. There was no way she would be spending any more time than necessary inside here.
Thankfully the lecture was over fairly quickly and she stood and slung her old, grey duffel bag over her shoulder and made her way to her room. She looked around and saw the bags already in the room and judging by their obvious higher quality than hers, by the fact that they didn't have any duct tape holding them together, she guessed her roommate was pretty well off. I hope to shit she isn't some prissy little bitch. She thought, dropping her bag on the bed closest to the window. She looked out the window and was pleased to see there was a solid enough old oak within reach.
She looked over to the bathroom door and could hear the sounds of her roommate from the other side.

[Assistant]
Y Kim

 Y came out of the bathroom a few minutes later, stretching her arms she just let herself basically fall onto her bed when she got over there looking at the ceiling. She gave a smile up at the white ceiling and gave a quiet little chuckle before bringing her hand up to her lips and kissing it three times purring out, "This place is amazing!~"

 This girl seemed so happy about being here and pushed her dress down a bit fixing her tights, again such great legs wow. Like seriously man I'm even breaking the fourth wall right here to say damn she has some sexy legs. Her smile toned down a bit as she sat up and picked up one of her bags getting up to open the closet on her side of the room and starting to hang things up. She had many dresses, nice shirts, basically girly things mostly except for a couple of band shirts. She loved her TMBG, Nirvana, and Creature Feature shirts the most putting them on top shelf. She didn't have a type a music, almost everything sounded good to her. She spoke happily, "Hi I'm Y." She didn't turn to look at her and just kept putting her things away before putting more clothes in her dresser.

 She unzipped another bag and brought out her babies, her wigs. Setting up her wig stands first on the top of her dresser bringing out a long black wig and starting to comb through it, "So what's your name?" She turned her head for a moment to give a bright smile.

[User]
Nyteshaed raised her eyebrows as Y came out of the bathroom. She had cute, boyish features that got her going in all the right ways and damn if her legs weren't picture fucking perfect. Oh man. With a sweet little piece of ass like her kicking around, maybe this place won't be so bad. She thought. Maybe her taste in music was a bit soft, but she saw a Nirvana shirt so she couldn't be all bad.
"I'm Nyteshaed." She smiled, beginning to toss her own clothes into the dresser, much more haphazardly. "Nice to meet you, gorgeous." She smirked slyly, her tone thick with flirtation.

[Assistant]
Y Kim

 Y raised an eyebrow and then rubbed the back of her neck, she was much taller than the other just giving a sort of bashful smile, "Well hello there to you too." She then went over pulling out another black wig but this time in a bob style. Setting it on the stand and starting to carefully comb it out she giggled slightly and kissed the top of it, "I like the name." Looking down at her lap and then back over at her her voice lowered slightly as if she were trying to be threatening but really she was a doll who couldn't hurt anyone, "I have one rule, if you harm my wigs I'll make a new one out of your hair at some point." Eyes shot a serious look at Nyteshaed before going back to her work on the wig which was a bit messy. "Now, um" she paused just biting her lip softly, "Tell me about yourself."

[User]
Nyteshaed smirked and turned up from her unpacking, a hand cocked on her hip. This girl had a bit of an edge. It was a dull edge, but still, it was cute. She slowly sauntered up to her, biting her lip softly.
"That's a fair rule. But I've got one of my own." She looked Y dead in the eyes and stared intently, like she could hurt her if she wanted. "If you fuck me. I will fuck you." She let the moment hang tensely in the air before stepping back from her and returning to throwing her clothes into the drawer.
"Other than that, not a whole lot to say. I like my music loud, my drinks hard, my cars fast, and my women hot." She cast a sidelong glance to Y. "How about you? What's your story?"

[Assistant]
Y Kim

 Y just seemed a bit disappointed taking out the other wigs and just setting them on her stands, she could brush them later. Again basically falling onto her bed she rolled over onto her stomach closing her eyes, "If you cause trouble I'm not covering for you, this is the best thing that's ever happened to me and in a month everything will be perfect."

 "I'd rather not talk about my story, because as far as I'm concerned my life just started." she smiled her eyes still closed, "Also I hope you don't hate Stevie Nicks, she's one of my favorites. Then again I have lots of favorites."

[User]
Amber quietly stared at her torn up sneakers as the old lady talked. Anxiety stirred in her belly. She hadn't been free to decide where she would go since before her mom saved her; she needed her mother's permission to get up and move, she needed it.

Once the old lady told them they could go, Amber took a deep breath, her hands shaking. She slowly stood up as a headache started to blare through her skull. The click of her shoes walking down the halls echoed in her ears.

I hope I get a window, she dared to think. Mommy never let me have a window for long. She walked into her room and stared guiltily at the window. Soft light filtered through the dusty glass. I hope she forgives me.

Amber sat down on her bed, clutching her bag tight to her chest, waiting for her roommate to arrive.

[Assistant]
Cassidy

Blinking slowly as the words from the older woman drifted into the air and settled, Cassidy felt her fingers twitch at her side. Shifting her gaze away from warm-wrinkled face, she searched the others with her gaze, they were all so different and unique. Turning and flowing the rwar of the group out and into the hall, she finds the room that has her name on the door -third door on the right- and enters. Finding the bed that would be hers, Cassidy plops down on the mattress and finds her eyea scanning the room, the book she'd paused in reading already open once more. She liked her tomorrow already.

With a slight jump, she realizes that her room isn't really just hers, roomate. Perfect. Sitting up and glancing at the girl for a few moments, Cassidy decides to leave her be for now. Focusing her gaze on the pages, she doesn't even notice that her right hand drops from the spine of the book to laying limp in her lap.

[User]
1 Year Ago
A 'soccer' field

Alo's steps were heavy and loud as he stomped his way across the field to a fellow that he used to call his friend. As if the fact that he was going to fight the guy soon wasn't bad enough, he was reminded that the American's called football soccer. He shuddered at the thought. His eyebrow twitched as he heard the conversation going on, they were talking about his mother, again. His eyes flared as he sprinted up and essentially clotheslined the guy before wailing on his face with as much force as he could. Of course, he was quickly thrown off by the guys other friends and was subsequently beaten the shit out of. The entire ordeal resulted in the now noticeable scar on, Alo's eyebrow. Not only that, but this day was the day Alo vowed to change himself from a bully into a better person.

Present Day
Dreamy Pines

Alo leant against a wall, his hands in his maroon Harrington jacket as the older women spoke. He let out a snigger as the mention of 'no drink' met his ears. He could handle not smoking for a while, but he would be damned if he couldn't sneak alcohol into here. He swaggered past the women and found the post-it note with his room number on it. It seemed he had a room to himself. Fantastic. A grin grew on his face as he made his way up to his room, carrying a sports bag over his shoulder containing what little belongings he had.

He shoved the bag under his bed before laying down on said bed and staring up at the ceiling. He took off his jacket to reveal a 'Stone Roses' T-shirt underneath. But more importantly, to reveal the various small scars littering his arms. He hated the things, it was a reminder of how he used to act and his past misdeeds.

Slightly more somber, he raised from the bed and exited the room to scope out the building. He took caution not to bump into, Rellzia, he hated making small talk with adults. His exploration pretty much stopped in the hallway leading up to the entrance room, he could still see Rellzia there, waiting, like some sort of vulture. That was probably exaggerating, but then again, Alo really hated making small talk.


[System]
Age: 25

Race: Human (with an elf great-grandmother on his mother's side)

Class: Sorcerer (mage born with his magic)

Skin: White

Hair: Blonde

Eyes: Green

Height: 6'0

Wight: 150 lbs

Weapons: Enchanted one-handed sword

Spells: Mostly elemental, especially fire and water.

Clothes: Boots, socks, shirt, long pants, robes. Being part elf, he likes to dress in less when around nature or while relaxing, but he keeps things decent.

Personality: Brave and kind, he can be somewhat overly alert and nervous when in danger, as he is not used to such things.

[User] Saria growled in annoyance, sitting next to Andrew in an odd way while grumbling. "I guess I smelled the crystals. Sorry."

[Assistant]
"Yeah, it's fine. Maybe we can-" He noticed something. "Wait. There's more." He examined the walls, finding a small latch behind one of the crystals. He pulled on it and the back wall slid open to reveal a tunnel.

"I guess the last group didn't find everything."

[User] Saria sniffed the air and the scent of the magic was stronger. She remained crouched and ran down the tunnel, hoping he'd keep up and keep her in the light.

[Assistant] Andrew kept close to Saria. The tunnel was not too long, and it led to a room with an idol on it. It was made of clay, shaped like a dragon, and had jewels set into its eyes. "Well, this has magic to do... something."

[User] Saria went over and looked the little thing over. "I think it's a fertility totem."

[Assistant] "Interesting. Not sure why it is hidden down here. Maybe it was secreted away to protect it from whatever wrecked the city" Andrew said. They left the tunnel and were back out into the sunlight.

[User] Saria stood there, letting the sunlight soak into her skin. She just stood there, eyes closed and humming with the wind.

[Assistant] "I suppose you like the light?" Andrew asked, stretching out a bit.

[User] She chuckled. "The sun is God, young human. All Kionen love the light." She opened her eyes and just looked up, even though she couldn't see the clouds.

[Assistant] "Well, I am not sure about that, but I wouldn't mind resting for a bit. Getting some sun would be nice" Andrew explained.

[User] Saria laughed. "Most humans say that to me. It's fine. Not everyone believes as we do." And plopped back, laying in the sand.

[Assistant] "Hold on. Let me change a bit. I AM part-elf, you know. Elves love their pleasures." He took off his cloak and boots, removed his socks took off his shirt, but kept his pants and undergarments on. Andrew lay down on the sand, his sword and other equipment lying by his side. "Ahhh, much better."

[User] Saria hadn't seen a bit, but she knew he was probably in a good way, now. She chuckle softly and almost wished she could do as he did, but a woman cannot go without a shirt.

[Assistant] "You can't see me, can you? I'm not vain, but people have said I am quite nice for the ladies to look at." He was slightly odd for a human, due to being part elf. The differences were subtle, but shone clearly when one knew what to look for. His ears were somewhat pointed, his hair unusually bright and pure of color, and he had very little hair on his chest or arms. Still, it was clear that Andrew was broader-shouldered and less gracefully built than just about any elf. His eyes, though, were a shade of emerald green which no human naturally had.

[User] She chuckled. "I have no clue. I've...always been blind. I've never seen anything, really. Just the Magical auras..." she ran a hand along her Chestnut skin, on her face, then tugged a teal lock of hair. She was a slender thing, being petite and tiny. but she had power in her, as shown by the muscles she had.

[Assistant] "You say you have no true form? Or, rather, you said you cannot assume your true form? Do you know what it is? Or what it looks like" Andrew was curious about Saria now, or at least, he wanted to know more about her species. His knowledge of shape-shifters was all too limited.

[User] She smiled gently. "My mother told me. I am...girlish. Tall. About ten feet, to be exact. I am slender and slight, with long white hair and pale skin. My eyes are a soft Periwinkle blue. I have white feathered wings and a long tail, white with blue fur on the tip."

[Assistant] "Wings and a tail? You're a bird?" He asked, curious. "A ten-foot tall bird with feathers and pale skin? Interesting." Andrew had heard of strange creatures before. He knew about dragons, gryphons, hydras, hippogriffs, sea serpents, sirrushes, shedus, sphinxes, chimeras, manticores and dozens of beings, but nothing like that.

[User] She rose an eyebrow. "I have human form, I just..have wings and a dragon's tail." putting her hands behind her head, she hummed some more.

[Assistant] "With feathers and that other stuff?" Andrew asked. "Well, that is fine. I have heard of many stranger beings in this universe. Also, if I may ask, how old are you? I am 25."

[User] She smiled. "My body and mind are stuck at 23, but I've lived for a loooong time. I kinda got cursed." She just smiled a little, remembering what was needed to break it.

[Assistant] "Doesn't sound like such a curse to me. Eternal youth at the peak of your life." Andrew said. "Well, in that case, do you have any family?"

[User] She laughed at that first comment. "I would explain the curse part, but not right now. I have...a very large family. Five siblings, Two brothers and three sisters, two aunts, an uncle, mother and father, great grandfather on my father's side and grandmother and grandfather on my mother's side. a cousin, as well. And...my two sweet, darling daughters."

[Assistant] "Oh, wonderful! I suppose you are married, then?" Andrew asked.

[User] She shook her head. "No...I adopted them. They both were lost and lonely and such, and...I just couldn't let them be alone anymore."

[Assistant] "Oh. I see. Well, it must be hard raising two children by yourself" Andrew explained.

[User] She laughed a little. "Not really. My mother and aunt help me, and they live in a nice house with my cousin. I visit often, but I'm not allowed to live in that city anymore, due to my maternal grandparents."

[Assistant] "I see. Thanks for sharing that with me." She stretched out his arms and legs. "Alright, I think I'm ready to go. I'll keep my cloak off for now. I'll just put it in my pack. Same with my boots."

[User] Saria smiled a little. "I'd like to learn a little about you, eventually." and got to her feet, wishing again she could go without her blouse and bodice.

[Assistant] Andrew put his shirt back on. "Well, what do you want to know? I'll be happy to tell you almost anything, Saria" he explained.

[User] She frowned. "Home? Family?" She walked over and sniffed him, trying to see if she could tell anything on her own.

[Assistant] "Er... what's that sniffing about?" Andrew let her smell him, but it was weird. "I'm a sorcerer, as I said. I was born with my magic. I get it from my mother's side of the family. My elven great-grandmother was a sorceress too."

[User] Her eyes glowed a bit, as she checked him over. "It's nothing bad, I just need to see something. Part Elf...hmmm..."

[Assistant] "What? It's not that unusual. Humans and elves are quite similar. I know elves are weaker and more agile, but they live much longer and have some truly excellent magical traditions" Andrew explained.

[User] She smiled a little. "I knew a Drow when I was young..." then sniffed him a bit more, enjoying his scent.

[Assistant] "Okay, what is this sniffing about?" Andrew asked, slightly annoyed. "What is the point to it?"

[User] She blinked, stepping back. "Kionen...are similar to animals in behavior. Scent is important to us."

[Assistant] "I see. Do you like my scent?" He wondered. It was a new experience for him. Being examined by a sentient "bird" of some sort.

[User] She purred a bit. "A little...it's...interesting." and her eyes had a soft pink glow to them.

[Assistant] "Interesting in what way?" Andrew asked. He honestly had no idea.

[User] She smirked a bit and just walked off, trying to find more artifacts and be a little mysterious.

[Assistant] "No. Saria, we're not going forward until I get some answers" he said, staying put.

[User] She sighed. "Women like the way a guy they like smells. You smell...like a potential mate."

[Assistant] That got his attention. "A potential... what? A mate? You want to marry me?" Andrew realized that there must be more to it than that. Or maybe less.

[User] She let out a laugh. "Not marriage, no..." and smirked, trying to let him work it out. She was quite curious about something but kept it to herself.

[Assistant]
"You just want to mate with me? You like my scent, so you want to..." he let it hang there.

(This is PG-13, so this won't get too "intimate.")

[User]
(yup)
She laughed a little. "Well...maybe. It depends on something."

[Assistant] "Depends on what? My dashing good looks?" Andrew said, realizing that this wasn't the case. "No, it has something to do with my scent and magic, right?"

[User] She nodded. "I need to....'see' your magic with my senses a little more..." and crossed her arms over her chest.

[Assistant] "Alright. Go ahead" he said. "Sniff away. I'll even make it a bit easier for you." He removed his shirt, but did nothing more.

[User] She bust out laughing. "I need you to USE your magic, in a REAL situation."

[Assistant] "You've seen me use my magic a few times. Not enough for you?" Andrew asked.

[User] She frowned. "I..am unsure right now." and turned away.

[Assistant] "I'll show you more magic, if you want. Want to see it now, or later?" Andrew asked.

[User] She sighed. "Later. We need to move. We WERE sent here for a reason."

[Assistant] "Understood. There are still artifacts to find. Let's go!" Andrew put his shirt back on, and proceeded down the colonnaded street.

[User] Saria crouched and continued looking for the scent of anything magical.

[Assistant]
Andrew looked ahead and heard something. The skittering of claws against the stones of the road.

"Saria? I think there's someone or something else in the city ruins with us."

[User] Saria hissed and backed up, getting ready to protect him and growling ferally.

[Assistant]
(Still here. Sorry for the delay!)

Andrew advanced slowly. He turned a corner to find the source of the noise: a kobold. The mage beheld a small, reptilian humanoid. Clad only in a white loincloth, the brown-skinned little creature looked terrified at the mage's advance.

[User] Christa tilted her head to her side. "It...looks like just a child..." and she was sad, knowing it may have to die.

[Assistant]
"No. He's fully grown. I've seen kobolds before." Andrew turned to the kobold. "Hello there. I'm not going to hurt you. Unless you plan on hurting me."

The kobold was frightened and shivered, his eyes squeezed shut. Gradually, he turned his little snout in the director of the two mages, and he looked at them.

"O-okay. I meant no harm. My tribe moved into these ruins a few years ago."


[System]
Age: 20

Short bio: Raised by an adoptive family, Prompto lived a lonely childhood devoid of any friends. As a child, he was self-conscious and deemed himself unworthy of his peers. Although he befriended Prince Noctis in high school, Prompto has never truly rid himself of his inferiority complex and greatly doubts himself. Along with that, he carries a deep secret regarding his past, one that continues to haunt him.
Despite his burdens, Prompto remains upbeat, optimistic, and is often the first to crack a joke in the aim to make his friends laugh. Prompto prefers to see the good in people rather than the bad, and he has a soft spot for animals, particularly chocobos.

Other: Shortly after high school, Prompto discovered his love of photography and is rarely seen without his trusty camera in hand. As a result, he has many days of their journey recorded and isn't shy to snap pictures of complete strangers.

Weapon: Being the marksman of the group, Prompto is skilled with using a gun and favors that as his weapon.

Family: unknown

Relationships: friends: Noctis, Ignis, and Gladiolus

[User]
Despite it being an early morning everyone seemed rather happy, expect for the prince who seemed like he's about four hours too early for waking up. The opposite of his friend, Prompto seemed bright and cheery despite the early morning, much like herself. "I'm glad to hear that. I slept well too." She responded just as bright and cheerfully as her fellow blonde.

It came as no surprise that the sleepiest person would ask if they could drive instead of walk to the area were Deadeye was and her small sigh said everything, "No…" She reiterated her sigh vocally as she slide her hands into the pockets of her blue jeans. "Unfortunately it's all on foot… for now." Prompto's joining in as a reassuring way to encourage walking made her nod. "A brisk walk through the morning forest is actually nice… when you don't run into monsters of course." She said with a small laugh and a gentle shrug of her shoulders.

Ignis exited the trailer before offering the group breakfast along with Sarah, to her surprise. Taking a place next to Prompto, she explained that she took care of the Chocobos before she came over but when they returned the birds would need their lunch and if anyone wanted to join in the feeding process, she'd gladly take any extra help. The group sat around the camper eating and talking before cleaning up and heading out.

Sarah led the way as she knew where she was going despite being rather nervous. She didn't want them to get lost but she also didn't want to walk straight into a group of monsters.

"It's not uncommon to hear Deadeye banging around this early in the morning. He seems to prefer the mist of the Nebulawood. From hunter's accounts he's roughly 70ish feet in height and around 220 tons. Anyone who has gotten close enough to it have reported that he's injured. Specifically missing his right eye."

"That's useful information." Gladio said as they hoofed it through the forest.

It was a long walk but her attention turned upward as she pulled the group to a halt in front of a large rock quarry. A flash of nervousness moved across her face as she took a deep breath and turned to the four men. "This is where I've seen it climb in and out of. I don't know if it necessarily lives here or not but it seems like a rather common place for it to vis—" BOOM a loud bang was heard followed by a deep growl and Sarah spun on her heel in the direction of the noise. There, off in the distance a behemoth of a figure began to climb up the stone structure. The figure… "Deadeye…"

Her small body shook slightly at the sight of it. It wasn't very far away from them so the vision of just how big this creature was as it climbed skillfully over the rock and disappeared on the other side. Sarah didn't make a sound until the breeze of the early morning carried something towards them, something she reached up and took from the air. Opening her palm she stifled a sob, a Chocobo Feather…

[Assistant]
The four followed close behind. Prompto kept up alongside of Sarah, keeping an eye out for any potential dangers. While the girl talked, he listened intently, aware that the information could be vital to their mission.

When they came to the clearing, Prompto slowed. His eyes scanned the rock formation that wrapped around to create the quarry, silently marveling at the sight of it. Jumping at the boom, he spun around to find the source. Sure enough, there was Deadeye, oblivious to the hunters tracking him down.

"That's him alright..." Noctis observed the monster, arms folded across his chest. "Sure you don't want to sit this one out?" he questioned, glancing sideways to Gladiolus.

The tallest of the group snorted lightly in response, watching as their target disappeared from view. "Not a chance, princess."

While his friends bantered back and forth, Prompto's eyes went wide. Despite a through description of the beast, seeing Deadeye in person startled him. "Oh, no..." his heart dropped when Sarah grasped the fallen feather. If they didn't do something, there would be more casualties. The thought melted away the fear he felt. Deadeye had to be stopped.

"Sarah, don't worry. We'll take him down," Prompto told her, his expression one of solemn determination. "This won't happen again..." his lifted his eyes away from the feather, resuming eye contact with the girl. "I promise."

Noctis didn't intervene when he heard his friend make the promise. It was something he agreed with, for he had no intention of leaving without taking the monster down for good. "Lets make this quick," he waved for them to follow, itching for battle. It had been too long since their last hunt. "If we're lucky, we'll be back before nightfall."

"Wait! We should not run into this without some sort of plan." Ignis held an arm out, his expression grim. He didn't usually have to worry about Gladiolus -- but Noctis and Prompto were another story. "If he is indeed missing an eye, he will have a blind spot...we would do well to use this to our advantage."

"Iggy's right." Gladiolus loved a good fight, but he wasn't cocky enough to charge after Deadeye without the beginnings of a battle plan. He turned his attention away from the last spot Deadeye had been spotted, his brown eyes locking onto Sarah. "Last call...are you coming in with us, or do you want to stay here?"

[User]
A sniffle left the blonde as she clutches the feather in her hand and did her best to not to cry allowed knowing that the little creatures she treasured so much were getting slaughtered by the giant creature. Her gaze shot up as Prompto's voice reached her, a promise that this wouldn't happen again. A nod rose and feel with a determined nod her small hand closed and she put the feather into the pocket of her pants.

Her head jerked towards Noctis who broke the stare between the two of them as he started to march towards the battle, whoever Ignis had the instincts to plan first before jumping into action. Then the bigger guy looked towards her, nearly reminding her that she was a lot smaller than him. However nothing about him seemed menacing or threatening, he just seemed like he was itching for a fight.

And so she was.

A nod rose and fell with her head. "I'll come too. I don't know what help I can be but maybe I can get some helpful shots in. Plus," A bright smile moved across her face as her blue gaze shot back to the taller blonde next to her. "I already got an excellent crash course."

They put together and plan and began the track inside, Gladiolus took the lead, Noctis followed in second Ignis took third, Sarah was in the fourth position and Prompto took the rear. The five tracked through until they found a large opening and the five spread out from the small crouching position they were in for the length of time.

BOOM The figure of Deadeye landed in with thud a bit away from them and the five ducked behind a large rock and the blonde caught her breathe in her chest, the first real realization of how big this thing is happened as he stomped over towards the rock. Sarah pressed her back against the rock in an attempt to hide herself and mold into the rock. The nervousness clear on her face as the creature turned, its long legs stomping away, its tall swung wide and hit the rock causing it to shake. The blonde let out the breathe she was holding inside and placed her hand over her heart. Maybe she wasn't cut out for this but… she steeled nerves, lives were in danger and she needed to help.

Soon they were back on the tracking trail, Sarah still obviously nervous but pressing forward, determined to help.

[Assistant]
"Whoa!" Prompto staggered back, startled by the size of Deadeye. They were given an accurate description of the beast, but to see him in person was a shock. Impulsively, he moved his hand back to retrieve his weapon, but Ignis intervened.

Acting immediately, Ignis had grabbed the blond by the arm and ushered the others behind the nearest rock. Deadeye continued toward, oblivious to the group of hunters tracking him. The sound of his heavy footsteps shook the earth beneath their feet.
"Not yet," Ignis explained, his voice low. He peered around the rock, then waved for the others to follow. They weren't in the right position to fight, so they continued onward.

Prompto found himself at the end of the line, but he didn't mind. Being in the back allowed him to keep an eye on the others, particularly Sarah, who he couldn't help but worry about. The female showed promise during shooting practice, but that was with empty cans. Taking down Deadeye would prove difficult for even the most skilled hunters.

Up ahead, Noctis and Gladiolus compared battle plans. Thanks to Ignis, they had a general idea of what they would do, but that didn't stop them from coming up with additional ideas. Prompto could hear bits of conversation, but he offered nothing of his own. He was too busy worrying.

"S-so...what eye am I aiming for again?" Prompto ducked to avoid an overhead branch. The further into the lair they traveled, the thicker the foliage became. Deadeye had flattened a considerable amount of plant life, and his tracks left a visible, indented path.

"The right," Ignis responded, his tone calm. He was in the middle of the group, eyes ever watchful. "Don't trip. The ground is rather uneven."

Too late. Prompto tripped.

Instinctively, the blond reached to stabilize himself before he hit the ground. Unfortunately, Sarah was closest, so he toppled into her, who -- unless she was able to keep upright -- would topple into Ignis, who would crash into Gladiolus, who would ultimately crash into Noctis in a domino-like effect.

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How were these men remaining so calm? That thing was HUGE and looked dangerous to boot as the ground below them shook from the impact of its steps. It was surprising to see the men relaxed and almost… excited, for the situation at hand. A shiver moved through her body as they hurried along the path to follow but not engage with Deadeye.

A heavy breath left her as she continued to hold her nerves in a steeled fashion and progressed forward with the group. The question of what eye they were aiming for brought up a valid point and she turned to ask Prompto a question. Having worked on the farm and pushed through intense ground, she was used to planting her feet with each step. So when she turned around to ask him a question, she was stunned to see him coming towards her.

Swallowing a yelp of surprise, she reached her arms out and caught him in a hug. "You okay?" She whispered softly to him as she pulled him upright and gently loosed her grip on him as he stabled himself. "I gotcha." Her smile was bright despite the darkness they were dealing with. "Come on, just remember to plant your feet with each step as it is the only way you'll be able to maintain your balance."

Letting him go, she stepped back and fell into the line with the rest of the group as they climbed towards the area where the massive beast disappeared to. Taking in a deep breathe they arrived at the top of the area that descended into the intense area which looked like the home lair of the beast. "I, I think I would be best utilized on the high ground." She said with a nod before gesturing towards a high ground that she could perch herself on with the sniper rifle, "So the right eye is blind, but the left eye could use a few bullets."

Taking in a deep breathe she started towards the higher ground leaving them to take the low ground. Before getting to far away she turned around and gave them a smile. "Be careful." With that she climbed and perched, setting up the gun and focusing on her breathing, just like Prompto had taught her.

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Prompto did his best not to collide into the girl, but he couldn't correct his footing in time.
To the amazement of all present, Sarah managed to catch him, and in a hug no less.
"U-uh, yeah!" Prompto could scarcely get the words out. Over her head, he could see Ignis raising a skeptical brow while Noctis had a light smirk tugging at his lips. Nothing was said to embarrass him, but Prompto felt his cheeks redden.

"Sorry, I...uh...lost my footing." Laughing nervously, Prompto rubbed at his arm and managed a smile to thank the girl for the help and advice. For the rest of the journey, he took care to avoid anything that would cause him to stumble or fall.

"Higher ground would be ideal." Ignis agreed, eyeing the clearing. He appeared perfectly calm, his mind calculating the possibilities of how much space they would have to fight the creature. There were a few trees scattered about, along with plenty of rock formations varying in size. The air felt damp, and a thick fog hung close to the ground, making anything below their knees impossible to see.

"Get ready. He's here." Gladiolus motioned for Prompto to step aside. At any moment, the beast would show itself.

Prompto felt a bit of relief when Sarah went to higher ground. He didn't want her getting too close to Deadeye, and he felt she would be safer there. "You be careful too," he told the girl, giving her a thumbs up. "Remember, both eyes open! You got this."

Noctis's fingers twitched with anticipation. The closer they got, the more he could see. Scattered bones littered the ground, many resembling chocobos. Deadeye was nowhere in sight. The largest rock formation lie ahead of them. When Noctis looked closer, he saw that it was a mouth of a cave. The monster had to have been inside.

BOOM.

Or not.

Rather than reside inside of the cave as Noctis thought, Deadeye was perched atop the formation.
The jagged rocks did their work to hide him until his mighty form dropped down in the center of the clearing.
A whoosh of dirt and fog shot out around him, the ground quavering underneath his weight.
Saliva dripping from his mouth, Deadeye let out a mighty, angry roar before charging right for them.


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Insight | Prowess | Resolve

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Gambit

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Black Market Runners

This was a ramshackle base of operations if you had ever seen one. Tiles once meant to give these sealed corridors a pristine look already practically falling off from age and misuse. Idly you view a worn symbol of the Brazen Eagles across the next archway, a once infamous military arm of the Hegemony accused of high treason three decades earlier. It betrays the previous use of this station, meaning it was once a military installation. As you approach the hanger bay, you see two surly looking pirates with outdated but still very deadly submachine guns framing the door from both sides. The left one yanks his head to indicate you should keep moving.

Further in there's machines made to fix other machines and manned lifts to be used to help repair Starships. There's five men from what you can see standing under the nose of the Stardancer, two of them reclining on the foothills of a veritable mountain of crates. They're smoking a substance you can't quite get a good gauge on. The other three are more notable. A younger man, very much a pilot is standing there with his hand on the Stardancer's hull, admiring it. A towering Xenos with what look to be tentacles for hair crossing his four arms and frowning with his lipless mouth. In the center is the man you were told to contact based on a look one could hardly forget. His smile is crooked, both in manner and from some mistreatment of his face. One could likely imagine the Xenos or one of his kind having remade it with a mightly blow. He wears a jacket and worn privateer clothes, smiling impishly when he views the newcomer as they approach, rubbing his hands.

"Ah, there you are! My you're a desperate one aren't you?" He utters with a hissing lisp. "I like that in a man/woman, don't worry. You better be glad we've made this deal with you. Rico here never got the chance to fly the ship. Too bad for him, he still has to pay off his debt to the Blackcloaks..."

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You three find yourselves in the Hanger of this ruined military installation after getting sent here by your contact, Schill. Whoever posts first gets there first, who posts second gets there second, and the third one is the last to get there. Consider this first job the prologue, but you still have a myriad of options. Obviously, you have the option to ask further about this pilot and perhaps try to get him on your new 'crew' or at least get him to join the mission with you. Or you can ask further on the installation, the pirates, your job, etc. The game has officially begun!

[Assistant]
Even ImLoad(?/?): | Armor:
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Even sauntered into the former military base with a toothpick in his mouth, and without an ounce of hesitation in his posture. This place was a bit run down, sure but Even had spent many nights in places far worse at many points in his life for a myriad of reasons, this one wasn't anything out of the ordinary. If there was anything to be surprised about, it was that the Hegemony would let a place of strategic import like a military base just go to waste rather than repurposing it, but those pencil pushers never seemed like the types to do the smart thing anyways. As he stepped into the hangar, Even pulled out the splinter in his mouth an flicked it into the box of crates before addressing his client.

"Hey, as long as I get paid, everything will work out just dandy for the both of us," Even replied, flashing a toothy grin of his own. "Schill never gave me all the details of what this job entails, mind filling me in?" Personally, Even didn't care for the client's assumptions and assertions, but he wasn't here to argue with his source of income. For another man, the potential implication of Rico's inexperience with ship handling would be another red flag, but as Even saw it, if worse came to worse and the kid turned out to be a dud, he'd end up meeting an unexpected tragic fate and he could helm the ship in the time being. Someone incapable of even driving the bus stood no hope of paying off a debt to an organization like the Black Cloaks anyways.

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Ito ShiraiLoad(?/?): | Armor:
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Shady dealings in former military bases were not precisely the ideal location for Ito, in fact it was a place that he openly disliked due to having to use such derelict bases to try and oppose the Hegemony. The memories flooded into the back of his mind as he walked down the hallway of broken tile, remembering the gun fire of the dishonorable Hegemony and being forced to run and hide in the shadows. Ito let out an audible sigh as he shook the memories away as best he could, trying to focus on the xeno family that he had been raised with. Eventually, he would finally shake free those thoughts, stepping into the hanger and allowed himself to look around to absorb the locale. It definitely seemed a place of banditry and pirateering, a harsh reminder to how desperate he had come to for needing money. It was a reminder that he hate but knew that he would have to deal with for the time being.

As Ito reached the contact that Schill had pointed him to, Ito felt an overwhelming feeling of disdain come behind his mask but was forced to swallow his pride as he allowed himself to interact with the man. Ito gave a customary bow to the impish man, still showing the politeness that he would need to, even offering a bow to a man who had the toothpick in his mouth. Ito did not personally know either of them so he had decided to follow the path of politeness for a good first impression, rather than acknowledging the pirates with a sword as he had been told to do in his youth. He met the eyes of the contact before speaking, his voice holding a neutral tone, "I do not suppose that this installation has been used for some time before the Blackcoats had come."

[Assistant]
Miranda CastleLoad(?/?): | Armor:
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It irritated Miranda to see a Hagemony base in such disrepair. Hallways that should have been sparkling were shabby and run down. All in all the effect was too close to a metaphor for her own fortunes to be entirely comfortable. Despite her current shortage of credits she was dressed in a sleek suit of shimmering silk which shifted between dark gray and black depending on the lighting or angle of the viewer. Her natural dark brown hair was concealed beneath an expertly applied wig of platinum blonde.

"Gentle...men," she paused for a heartbeat as she took in the presence of Xenos. They certainly were a rough looking crew but a ship was a prize worth almost any risk. They looked as though they would be good material for the plan already forming in her mind.

"Are we all here?" She asked, having deliberately timed her arrival to ensure she was last.

[User]
"Yeah, why don't you fuck off with that, Skrivver?" The pilot tells the ugly one, betraying the contact's name. The two pirates smoking laugh, high as the stratosphere. They don't realize what had just happened, though neither does the pilot it seems. He is suddenly grabbed from behind by two of the four armed Xenos's powerful hands to be slammed into the hull of the ship, cheek pressed to the Syronian Steel of the hull. Skrivver shambles over to him and punches the immobilized man in the gut, sending him reeling.

"You owe us 1,500 small ones there, Rico. You keep it up and I'll carve the money out of you." He promises, before clearing his throat and turning to put on a pleasant smile to answer Even's question. Somehow it makes him look all the more ugly. "The details of the assignment is simple." He makes small guns with his fingers at the three of them. "You got the coordinates in the ship. You have the codes to get in close. Once you land you're in what's pretty much the only Embassy within two systems, which means it's not just a prison. In fact most of it is a pit stop for big name nobles looking to refuel and planetary chiefs to fly up and suck their dicks. You go in, go to the bottom level, spring our boss out and get him back on the ship without anyone being none the wiser. You do that and you get the ship. I don't need to ask if we have a deal because we've made it already. You should be glad I like Schill."

At Miranda's question, the two smokers howl with gusto. Skrivver looks around. "We don't have anyone else coming unless you brought a crew in your shoes."

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So, just tell me you pass in the OOC or make a post and roll for it in here. Though you'll probably want to tell me what kind of roll it is in the OOC too.

[Assistant]
Ito ShiraiLoad(?/?): | Armor:
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Ito watched as the pirate berated the underling, Rico, with a certain level of disdain as Skrivver shoved the would-be pilot into the side of the ship. He knew that discipline had to be instilled every now and again but the manner about which it was instilled was always something to be watched, never too lenient nor too forceful. Skrivver, however, would dare to threaten his own underling with such a horrid punishment that it made Ito sick to his stomach. Such threats were beneath someone who was supposed to be a higher up, remembering that those under you needed to be not only worked with but also work without fear. Fear was the path of the coward, and it seemed that Skrivver was very much a coward who would resort to fear in order to keep his crew in line.

The most honorable of the people there snarled behind his mask before he would declare, in a stern voice, "Treating your underlings in such a manner is without honor!" He took a moment to make sure that Skrivver was paying attention to Ito before stepping forward, "Fear is the path of the coward! Anyone in a place a command should know such things," the Viper hissed, eyes narrowing and metaphorical fangs bared as he stared down the pirate. His eyes focused purely on pirate, unmoving and unwavering as his arms crossed themselves over his chest as he took another step towards Skrivver, awaiting whatever response the pirate would dare throw his way.

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Rolled 3 for Command on Skivver

[User]
Skrivver turns his attention to Ito, his mangled face muddied in confusion. "What?" He asks you, though you realize it's more of a rhetorical statement than him wishing you to repeat yourself. Rico tries to turn his head to look at you but he's stuck in his position, being pressed into the hull. "He's not a member of our band. He bloody owes me! You know what? Just for that he now owes me 2,000." Skrivver gives you a gaptoothed grin, clearly enjoying raking up the price as long as he's given a reason. "You and your new crew better get the fuck out of here and get us Marco or we'll string this pilot here up and use him for target practice!"

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As this is the prologue, nothing bad happened to you personally. But generally a 6 is a favorable outcome, a 4-5 is a partial success, and a 1-3 is a bad outcome which means not only do you fail, but something bad happens. In this case, the pilot was simply given a larger debt, but that doesn't mean it can't be talked down nor he can't win his freedom.

[Assistant]
Miranda cleared her throat pointedly having managed to blend into the background while the altercation had taken place. Fortunately she was as good at avoiding attention as attracting it when the circumstances were right.

"I am quite certain Mr Skrivver, that the rescue of your pirate captain will not be hastened by shooting this miscreant, nor by battering a hole in the side of our ship with his skull... amusing though that might be," she gave Rico a look of cold appraisal.

"You have taken care of your end of the business, let us take care of ours," she wen't on the slight edges of her Imperial accent sharpening.

"We will bring the kid along to, who knows he might catch a bullet during the break out and spare you all the trouble," she concluded brightly.

[User]
That wasn't something Skrivver foresaw, and the same could be said for the Xenos who's grip on Rico slackens. The pilot wriggles out of its grip and slides away with a screeching of his shoe leather over the station-steel floor. "What? I never said!" The underboss says, but as Miranda speaks, he clearly feels this was killing two birds with one stone. Having the pilot help get his boss back to pay off his debt, though it also meant that if he were to die he wouldn't get any of what the pilot owes him. Still, he thinks for a moment and acquiesces to the request. "Fine, but he still owes me. He can talk to Marco about that maybe, but you have to grab him first!" The fellow declared, and waves you all off. If there was no more questions among you, then it would be time to depart. The pilot practically leaps into the ship to keep the xenos off of him, and the two fellows smoking laugh again. Until Skrivver smacks one over the head, that is.

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Can't really argue with 2 6's


[System]
Age: 21

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Weapon: A majestic, carbon-reinforced qiang of nearly twenty feet in length, the Huojian (火尖) is Taidan's primary weapon, a beautiful instrument of war that he crafted as an extension of his own very identity. Its shaft is a subdued silver, dignified but humble, ending in a large, golden blade that that deviates from the standard leaf-shaped qiang with its wicked, jagged edges. Its blood-red horsehair tassels are long and flowing, well-kept to serve its purpose in blurring the vision of his enemies and protect the shaft from blood. What this simple appearance hides, however, is its secondary form, Chongli (重黎), which instigates its blade to open up and spurt out napalm that will stick to those unfortunate enough to be in its path, weighing down upon them as if they have been exposed to the presence of a wrathful god.

Accompanying his mighty weapon are his signature golden Qiankun (乾坤) rings, six in number, that can be found sitting quietly in the two crimson-black vambraces on his forearms. They are simple, unadorned, representing the infinite universe that the Hunter seeks enlightenment from, but their ability is less so, being capable of enlarging and shrinking. With the assistance of his wind and fire wheels, known as the Rongquan (融圈), which burn like the thrusters of a rocket, he is also capable of fast-speed movement and flight, as they can be attached to his boots. However, they can also serve as melee weaponry if required.

Specialty: Although relatively well-rounded in regards to his combat specialities, possessing optimal mid-range capabilities as well as his long-ranged ones, Taidan typically takes upon a more supportive role, utilising his rings to trap enemies or launching napalm strikes from above.

Semblance: Santouliubi (三頭六臂) - Taidan's tendency for multitasking and love for a variety of things has manifested through his semblance as six, ethereal arms that unfurl from his back as if he himself was a deity. They possess a powerful range, capable of extending out a far distance from his body, and so he makes use of them to manipulate his golden rings, as well as any other object his seeks to utilise. As an expression of his aura, their state of manifestation can vary, allowing him to move them through solid objects, and can also be hidden from view.

Personality: Taidan is quite an exuberant person, always full of good cheer and enthusiasm for whatever it is that he is doing at the time. This excitability is constantly expressed through his talkative, bouncy nature, and he can always be found gossiping with others, teasing them and always failing to comprehend the concept of "personal space". With his warmth and childish love for the little things in life, his exuberance and liveliness is almost overbearing, though he will always seek to tone himself down if it disturbs his companions too much.

He can be easily startled, however, especially if something is to come "out of the left field", and so in situations where he is caught off-guard he will stumble, forced to flail about in search of a solution to his problems. When panicky, his energy seems to almost double as he tries to orientate himself, contrasting with his tendency to become lethargic and grouchy when searching for sustenance during his hungry states. Despite this, he possesses a relatively sharp and perceptive mind, though it is a trait dulled by his tendency to leap straight to the first possible judgement (and at times he can seem slightly gullible, especially when with friends).

Taidan is also an avid lover of costumes. He will change costumes daily, whether it be a simple outfit or something ridiculous like a ballgown. Indeed, he is a skilled weaver, frequently crafting his own clothes from fabric for his own needs, and can pull off many an outfit with little problem, even those of the opposite sex, thanks to his relatively feminine appearance. He tends to throw himself into the character of his costume, though the undercurrent of his cheer is always present. The hunter is proud of his ability to dress incredibly well, and will frequently punctuate his declarations of being a "master of disguise" with constant hair flicks. He also enjoys a good hat, and will also dye his hair frequently because of his view that always staying with his natural pinkish-brown is a bit too "boring" for his tastes.

The hunter is also surprisingly philosophical at times, pondering the nature of life, the world and the meaning of happiness. He is rather tolerant of things that others would find strange, and sees ugly things as quite "adorable". Although a fan of goats, he doesn't quite like other four-legged creatures like horses, and is a city-slicker through and through. He also has a terrible long-term memory. Underneath the demeanour of good cheer, however, he can be rather serious and focused when need-be, always gently helping others return to the proper path of things.

Color: Xiaofanghong (#CE2029)

Emblem: A simple red ring, round and smooth, with no embroidery, no flair, for it is the ring of the infinite universe that holds a meaning that nothing can truly convey.

Appearance:

For a young man of twenty-one, Shuai Taidan is incredibly short compared to his fellows, standing at a mere metre seventy. He is remarkably pretty and handsome, possessing an almost-feminine, graceful face that seems be constantly warm and cheery. Indeed, his pinkish-brown hair is long and flowing, tied back into a ponytail that descends in waves down towards his back, and his purple eyes are large and full of life and vigour. Though seemingly lean and skinny, his uniform, which has been modified to resemble military dress, hides a well-defined, athletic build beneath it.
Shuai Taiyin (帥 太阴)
* Asking out a lucky someone
* Coming to school in style
* Musing on the nature of life
* Peace out
* Still pretty in tracksuit

Shuai Liwang (帥 李王)
* Cuter than your boyfriend
* It's not that hard
* Not when you're a Shuai
* Motorbikes are cool

Shuai Lianzi (帥 蓮子)
* Big bro'll protect

[User]
Jack Orpheus | Brewing Storm

"There would be spares to power these things laying around... Although I don't think turning them on is a good idea yet", he responded. The idea of turning on the generators was what he had in mind at first, getting more light was a good thing too, but with a big facility like this, it would make an incredible amount of noise. He felt like the lights were all off for a reason, nothing seemed damaged, the Grimm didn't go after the lights, or anything like that, they had to have been turned off by the survivors. He felt that turning on the lights would be tantamount to unleashing hell. The Grimm avoided the lantern because of the light, but if there was no light to hide in, what would happen? They would become berserk, not to mention, he felt the ones from before weren't the only Grimm they could be facing in here.

"It would make a lot of noise, I feel like we'll get swarmed by Grimm the moment the lights are turned on, not to mention if they're afraid of light, imagine how unpredictable they would be when they're overcome with it, with no shadows to hide in", he noted.

"We should definitely turn the generator and lights on though, just not yet. We need to gather up survivors first and meet up with Pris", turning the lights on would be what they want if they needed to clear the facility, but all things considered right now, the survivors would be in danger if the Grimm were on a random rampage throughout the whole facility. Their hiding places would be swarmed by Grimm trying to find a place to take cover also.

[Assistant]
Luke Schwarz

"Well, you're both leader and the one in Grimm Studies." Luke said with a cooperative nod, choosing to defer to Jack's broader experience and knowledge base for the moment. That, however, left them with a simple question.

"What next, then? On to the Decontamination room?" he asked, looking to the door. It'd be simple to walk across and fling it open, but even in a room as calm as this, he felt much safer if they moved as a unit without anyone rushing ahead, potentially straight into an ambush.

Then again, we've made our presence pretty clear just by talking like this.
Would they have attacked by now if there were any?

Well, this was where the Grimm-Animal comparison got tricky, as the former was much more aggressive on the whole towards humanity, while the latter depended greatly between the myriad circumstances involved.

In any case, even he knew that acting without warning was a recipe to get everyone into trouble.

[User]
Lilac Drakon

The battles behind her faded from Lilac's mind as she focused. She had to take care of the enemy she faced before she went to help the others, but she knew it wouldn't give her much trouble. After all, this fight was probably halfway over by now.

She could see the twin heads closing in on her, one from each side, but to her their movements were sluggish. She grinned as she reached out her hands to either side, her enhanced strength coupled with the protection her aura provided making it a simple matter to grasp the lethal fangs like she was plucking fruit, twisting her wrists until both snapped off in her hands. Not only did the Taiju recoil from the pain, but she now had two shiny new weapons to use against it. She tossed them aside, however, as her battlerush goaded her into finishing the fight with her own two hands. She leaped into the air directly at one of the two heads, a disturbing glee in her eyes as she reached out to beat the life out of her opponent.

[Assistant]
Benjamin Lloyd: Brewing Storm

"You got it." Ben said easily, flipping Lawnslot around to hand the weapon to Lauren butt first. Then he switched Artorius to his left hand, freeing up his throwing arm for what was to come. Amy could use her weapons to climb up, but Sangue and Lauren would need a boost. He could work with that. "Amy, you want to grapple up or get tossed? I'll send Sangue up after, then Lauren, then you can use Unchained Fury to pull me up."

"What's your preference?"

[User]
Jack Orpheus | Brewing Storm

"Yeah, onto the decontamination room. We should above all else try and meet up with Priscilla and the survivors she was with. Although, before we went into the last room we didn't have a light, so they attacked us, since we were enveloped in their element. The light should keep us safe", honestly he wasn't sure, as he had absolutely no idea what kind of Grimm they were dealing with. Although he had a point. The Grimm stepped right the hell off the moment they entered the lit room. Though while his observation seemed to be correct, he had the feeling that numerous Grimm lurked the shadows around them. Though they acted as if this facility was a home to them, so their little trip through the rooms were equal to walking through a Grimm infested forest, except they had means of keeping Grimm away from them without fighting... Hopefully.

"That being said, I would prefer to deal with an ambush than constant waves of them", he was a bit more serious this mission. He could feel the pressure of this place too. He hoped Priscilla didn't do anything stupid though before they reached her. She was quite excitable.

[Assistant]
Krysthane - Patrol Mission

Fixit hm? Not the most original name, albeit accurate. "Mr.Fixit, you're right on both accounts. I'm Krysthane, and this is my team, Ebon, Skyra and Sephia."[/color] She explained as she pointed at each of them in turn. " Can one of you guys please call Officer Midori to get over here and help get rid of these thugs? Anyway Mr.Fixit, we can here because we got word from a friend that you might now some things that could help us in our investigation. Specifically do you know anything about W.A.R? Anything you can tell us would be helpful."" Krysthane asked, eager to get some more answers about this mysterious deal. At least she knew they were heading in the right direction, obviously Fixit knew something if thugs had been sent to take care of him and anyone who was looking for him.

[User]
Sangue Naga - Brewing Storm

At the notion that Sangue needed to get a brief elevation with the help of Ben, the red-haired woman sheathed her blade, though her hands remained gripping the sheath and the sword handle tightly. With her usual silence, the swordswoman walked up to Ben. As soon as Amy made her decision, she would be thrown by her team leader.

That sounded neat.

If anything were to go a bit shakily, she always had her claw and blade to adjust to situations. The huntress-in-training turned to Amy and Ben with a blank look.

[Assistant]
Cian Kuze | Brewing Storm

"Sounds fair" Cian said as she continued to let her eyes sweep the room it was at times like this she wished she had finished her one project for class at least those goggles would help greatly at the moment. Still she supposed all things considered that Jack's idea had merit it was best to face ambush rather than a horde of grimm. "This place unsettles me I say we hurry and get our part of the job done the sooner we are done with place the better." She added as she shivered lightly the nature and feel she was getting from here was starting to get to her the only reason she hasn't started firing at every noise was due to training rather than any restraint on her part.

[User]
Shuai Taidan - Sticky Situation

Taidan pulled his spear away, watching calmly from behind his gas mask as the Nevermore's black carcass slumped and dissipated into wispy nothingness, much like so many other Grimm had in the past upon succumbing to his weapons. It was always so strange, so curious, that the creatures of night would simply ... blink out of existence when they died. Were they truly even alive, then? Their status was as much of a mystery as their presence, but it did provide quite a fodder for discussion. Interesting discussion, as well, but it was totally not the time for that right now. The others were waiting on him, and you always had to avoid keeping your friends waiting!

None of the Grimm's friends were coming to fight him either, so the sky was probably clear for now.

That was good work!

With renewed cheer, the pretty boy extraordinaire of Team KNVS descended from the heavens, the flames on his wind and fire wheels burning hot as they controlled his fall towards the woods that his fellows had decided to land within. The clearing within the trees was easily visible, even from so far up, and so Shuai Taidan slowed as he neared it, dropping on the soil with a quiet tap. It was good to be with the others again.

"Bird's gone," he declared happily.


[System]
Species: (Ageless Due to A Dragon Wish) Human
Age: Stopped counting past the third century. Appears to be 14.
Gender: Male
Appearance:

Personality: Yaksha, like the spirits he borrowed his nickname from, is dual natured. Usually behaving like a gentle refreshing breeze of goodwill and politeness, his soothing smile betrays a deep dark abyss of enduring despair that has been going for millenia. Indeed Yaksha is no stranger to malice and cruelty, and has lived for so long, he is all but a cynic deep down at this point, knowing that everywhere in existence, sentient beings are more than often mediocre or scum. Even so, his unnatural lifespan has granted him a god's wisdom, and deep beneath it, he still hopes and cherishes the small miracles that pepper creation. It is mayhaps the sole reason why he has not commited suicide yet, despite being unable to age.
Bio:

Once upon a time, where lands were ruled by tribal kings, wars were fought with spears and laws were engraved on stone, a certain prince was born out of the favored concubine at the time. Said prince was said to embody the beauty of the kingdom, and even his own mother became enthralled with it. As the prince grew, the mother whispered into the King's ears for him to scourge the land and find a method to preserve beauty.

Kingdoms were plundered. Wars were waged. And after years of bloodshed, the legend of the dragonballs came forth. Mystical peerless artifacts that could grant any wish. They were used, and the foolish concubine wished for eternal youth upon her 14-year old son, a decision she would come to regret. For the kingdom was spent, and soon fell to the combined forces of all the other kingdoms and factions the King and his concubine had opposed. In the ensuing chaos, Dimsum managed to escape, only to find the folly of it all.

What was the use of being a eternally cute teenager, in this dog-eat-dog world? His heart darkened, and turned to obscure arts. He became a recluse, a mystic of magic known as the Yaksha. No less than two centuries passed in his studies, when a question gnawed at his mind. What were the dragon balls? Where did they come from? Eventually, he found a clue in the Korin Tower, and also a major roadblock. A magician could simply not compete with the martial arts of the guardian of the tower, and thus had to retrain himself from the ground up to an acceptable level.

Still, thanks to the selfish wish once formulated by his mother, he had no worries about playing it slow and steady, and eventually he managed to gain a good foundation that allowed him to progress to the next level. There, he met Kami, the creator of the dragonballs, that said in no uncertain terms that the wish he had been subject upon could not be undone, and therefore, that he had to live his life without ever growing up. However, as a small consolation, he took the fledgling Yaksha as his aide, and trained him further into the mysteries of life, existence, and martial arts. Yaksha thus became a gopher of the guardian of Earth, and therefore did his bidding to save the earth from the destruction and suffering caused by Demon King Piccolo and other mortals.

However, eventually, their gazes turned outside to the encroachment of the Emperor of the Universe, Freeza, and his minions, who had discovered that Earth harbored dragon balls. Kami ordered Yaksha to round up a group of peerless warriors to train like they had never before, and even allowed Yaksha to make use of the Other World's training facilities under King Kai. All stops were pulled, and even Piccolo was reunited with Kami to face the new threat. They even recruited the android genius Dr Gero.

The war was short and brutal, but at the end of the day, a narrow victory was achieved as Freeza was driven off, at the cost of losing Kami, Piccolo, the dragon balls, and everyone but Yaksha, alongside with two thirds of the population of the planet. Yet, life went on, even in this grim world, and Yaksha found himself with the prospect of trying to find a new Kami. It would not last long, as in a few years, another threat loomed.

Freeza had returned. But alongside him... the wizard known as Babidi, who eventually revived the monster known as Majin Buu. The situation was dire. With no allies left, Yaksha tried a last stand against the forces that would destroy the planet...

...only to be pulled out of his timeline by the Supreme Kai of Time. This made Yaksha somewhat dejected, but he knew better than to antagonize a Supreme Kai.

Techniques:
* Magic: Dimsum was originally a mystic, and while a lot of knowledge is now rusty, he can still pull some magical stuff.

	+ Magic Materialization: Can create his own clothes out of nowhere. Fancy
	+ Mystic Healing: Better than a Senzu bean. It does require time, and he has to lay his hands on the target, leaving him wide open.
	+ Shapeshifting: Can alter his appearance, but this doesn't change his power.
* Expert Ki Sensing: Having been trained by Kami, Yaksha can sense ki exceptionally well, and can to a degree identify the hostility in targets much like namekians (although his version is still less refined than that of slug people). His area sensing is particularly wide.
* Vajra: Vajra is a massive ki blast technique that can be executed in two ways. One handed it behaves like a homing lance with heavy firepower, two handed sacrifices homing abilities for sheer raw power and can be considered a finishing technique on its own, with decent piercing capabilities.
* Kamuy (Kaioken): A technique Yaksha devised by himself, before finding out King Kai had his own version in stock. Yaksha's version does make use of his fine ki sensing and control and allows a slightly better yield.
* Kai Kai: Learned this technique for his cooperation in dealing with Majin Buu and his relation to Kami and the Supreme Kais. Can teleport without the restrictions of Instant Transmission through different worlds.
* Flight: His can be ki or magic flavored. Magic flavored is slower, but it can be useful if he's drained of ki.

Transformations:

Other Info: Looks pretty in a dress. Yaksha is extremely xenophobic towards the races that served under Freeza.

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Ovaan
@IceHeart @Chev @KillamriX88 @PPQ Purple @AtomicNut @NacNak @King Kindred

"...I think even the worst of us is capable of growth."

Those words stood out to him the most, though not necessarily because Ovaan agreed. He'd seen far too many atrocities in his time - and in fact had actually been the one committing said atrocities in many cases - to bring himself to agree with such a sentiment. It was a nice sentiment, to be sure. But still just a sentiment. Reality tended to be much harsher than that, and true to reality, some people were just simply beyond saving. And sure, it might be easy for him to think of only Freeza but... the whole truth of it was much harder than that.

Ah, but now it seemed there was some squabbling to be silenced. Thankfully, though, it seemed as though Ovaan didn't have to do much apart from simply having Velona's back in the event that things went south. They, however, did not. That boy sure did prove himself to be quite the loudmouth though, didn't he? He may have provided the initial answers that Ovaan had sought after so much, but beyond that he was not proving himself to be a very likable fellow. Quite a feat, when he was in the company of a man who helped enslave entire planets in the name of Freeza.

But all of this wasn't what concerned Ovaan. He needed some clarification, and now that the Kai was up and about it seemed like a good time to ask, "Excuse me... Supreme Kai, was it?" he asked, unable to recall what her full title was. He offered a short bow regardless, for the sake of etiquette of course, "If I'm understanding things correctly, then I believe I am also correct in assuming that you brought us here to aid you in some way? That much is clear to me, but what is not clear to me is how much help any of us could possibly be against a foe who reportedly destroys entire universes seemingly on a whim. Might I inquire for further clarification on this matter?"

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@Chev@KillamriX88@AtomicNut@Chev
Titanius

[M-3]

Titanius was making sure to keep his eyes and ears open to everything that was being said and shown to them. The first real good piece of information came from the Kai. She mentioned a 'Dimensional Scanner' that told her Tabaga had the same energy signature as that which had struck Conton City, which had to be the name for their current location. She then showed them a recording of a past event in Tabaga's life where she was fighting some black armored troopers with a fellow Saiyan. From the Kai's response it seemed a good guess that those troopers were the source of said energy signature.

Unfortunately Tabaga was not in the best state of mind as she started to turn her anger on the Kai. The human decided to step in a rather, rude manner but before he got himself in trouble he did manage to pick up on him mentioning them being stuck in a pocket dimension. Now this was serious news, if true it meant they were stuck here, with the only person able to potentially get them out being the Kai before them.

The blindfolded one quickly intervened however though not before Tabaga grabbed the young boy by the neck and nearly killed him, thankfully the other woman's words managed to get through and the Saiyan got herself under control. It was almost as if her inner Oozaru had tried to leak out in a rage, despite there being no moon to trigger it. She manged to calm down and even introduced herself to the group, things perhaps could actually progress now.

The Acrosian[Freiza Race] quickly got to the heart of the matter, about why they had been plucked from their universes and what could be done about a universe destroying threat. Now if the force truly had the power to just destroy Universe's on a whim, then frankly there was nothing that could be done, but there had to be a mechanism at work that was being exploited. No matter how strong something was there was very little chance for it to have the power to actually wipe out an entire universe, maybe destroy all matter but not to destroy the fabric of reality itself. The question was how were they or it, destroying entire universes?

While he was sure to keep his audio processors open to hear the Kai's answer Titanius now had a golden opportunity to meet a species he had never encounter before or access data of. Seeing the danger had passed, he stepped up beside Tabaga and faced the blindfolded one, Velona. She truly was quite a unique individual and now his curiosity was overflowing.

"Thank you for your calm intervention Velona that helped diffuse the situation. It is quite encouraging to see someone making rational decision. My designation is M-3 but I have taken on the name Titanius." He had no way to know what kind of greeting ritual her species employed so he opted for a slight bow rather than something as forward as a handshake.

"So are you blind or is there some other reason that you are wearing a blindfold." Tossing aside any potential ice breakers or small talk, he quickly went straight to the foremost question on his mind to try and sate his own inquisitive tendencies. He still had a lot to learn about natural organics, especially in the social department.

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@IceHeart @Chev @KillamriX88 @PPQ Purple @AtomicNut @NacNak @King Kindred

"At the end of the day the only thing that matters is our purpose here. I don't know anything about you saiyans, and other creatures but I certainly doubt that a Supreme Kai of all people would be present if not for a serious event. Though I've never met one in person until now I have heard tales from my higher ups of them intervening in particularly dangerous situations. Rare as they were." Darbin said unperturbed by the others talk, and mannerisms. He held his hands folded across his chest He took a deep breath and considered the situation all this talk of dimensions, and other nonsense was above his head. He wasn't the type to consider anything about timelines, or whatever that was at stake but a galaxy wide threat? That was at least something tangible he could grasp. "If there is a threat in hand I have no problem working with the others to stop it. Simply put if something must die then I will do my best to kill it. At the end of the day I am a soldier getting my hands a bit dirty never bothered me quite one bit." Darbin commented as he cracked his neck. "If I'm called upon to use my talents to save instead of destroy it is just another day for me. Die, or find victory are two sides of a coin I'm firmly aware of though I doubt this enemy will be thrown at us directly...no commander ever fights their own battles." Darbin stated rather plainly as he couldn't help but wonder...there were species here like the pink thing, the android, and 'Frost Demon', if that's what they even were called being exceedingly rare rulers of particular worlds in his 'timeline'. Were these species exclusive to certain sectors? Or were they being lied too?

[Assistant]
Yaksha wasn't terribly surprised when the Saiyan woman further exploded into violence. Whatever, he really needed to get it out of his system. And here he was, being strangled. It made his neck a bit sore, actually. Maybe he should have turned into an eel to escape, though? Though it wasn't as much as life threatening as it would look like.

He had faced this level of power, and this kind of situation before. He had prevailed before them. A newborn super-saiyan these days wasn't enough to put down the iron-hearted protector of Earth, keeper of Kami's throne down in the slightlest. If anything her vacant smile of despair and cockyness met a raised eyebrow and a cold stare, a sort of expression of pity with disappointment.

Tch, Saiyans. Love to always solve their problems with their fists. He sighed, as he hardened enough with his Ki so even the tightest squeeze of the mad Saiyan would not even be much of a consequence. It was done in a careful, minute manner. There was no need to flare up his power and go gung ho over this stupid scuffle, more than he did though. It was no secret he'd been venting out his frustration, ever since the Kai had told about his universe's fate.

He stood up after the seemingly near-lethal ordeal, and flexed his neck, testing the range of movements. "Whatever." He dismissively said to Tabaga. Fools did not deserve a further answer. His ears perked up to the Supreme Kai's plea as he made a slight nod. "As you command." He whispered back.

When all was said and done, he had to wait. The Freeza guy had asked what kind of help this rag tag team could bring. "I do have the distinct feeling we are all what she could find in time." He commented before the Kai, leaning against some debris, his eyes closed and arms folded.

Fuck, when was the last time I had some tea or food? I really miss Gine these days. She was a real sunshine, unlike these other saiyan beast women here. Only saiyan I ever liked. Pity that Dabura killed her.


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Race: Human

Appearance: The first thing that is usually noted upon seeing Gabriel is the carapace armor that he possesses. What was once a ornate suit of carapace armor fit for a lord-militant is now battle-scarred and worn. It is covered in scorch marks, dents, and other forms of battlefield damage. Despite all this the carapace armor seems to be well taken care, as well as it can at least.

Inside of the carapace armor is a man in his 30s. He stands at an average height for humans at about 5'10. He keeps his brown hair short so as to not get in his way during a fight. His body is adorned in battle scars earned through his years of service.

Personality: Gabriel is a rather pragmatic man. He has seen the virtue of being able to work with xenos, as long as they aren't attacking humans that is. This is because above all else Gabriel loves his men and wants to keep them as safe as he can. This does not mean he is not willing to spend his men's lives, but he refuses to waste them. Though Gabriel refuses to work with any agent of Chaos. In fact he will do all in his power to destroy the agents of Chaos where he sees them.

Bio: Gabriel was born on Cadia before it fell, which makes him one of the last few loyal Cadians in the galaxy. He is also one of a rare breed for Lord-Militant, in that he worked his way up through the ranks until finally becoming one. Now he did start out as a lieutenant, but through his years of service he showed the bravery and zeal required to slowly be promoted through the ranks of the Imperial Guard. Not long before the Emperor fell, Gabriel was promoted to Lord-Militant and assigned a large battle group to go assist a nearby sector.

Unfortunately before he could make it there the Emperor died and the ensuing warp storms scattered his fleet. When his fleet finally managed to tear itself from the warp, he found that he had gone from commanding millions of guardsmen with hundreds of ships to transport them, to only a million guardsmen and a few dozen ships. He had also been deposited a couple centuries later then he had intended. With no idea what had happened and with no means of contacting anyone Gabriel decided to keep moving. In what could be more described as a running battle instead of movement, Gabriel has spent the last 10 years assisting whatever remnants of the Imperium he can find. In that time he has had to face the shocking realizations that the Imperium is gone, the Emperor dead, and that Cadia has fallen.

Finally he has entered into the Gregori Imperium with barely 500,000 men left and a handful of ships. Instead of his usual plan of just seeing if the local humans need assistance, Gabriel has decided to stay and help this nascent Petty Imperium. For he has no plans of seeing all of his men die for nothing.

Forces:
 50 regiments of Guardsmen, 5 of which are Cadian
3 Cruisers
10 Escorts
A single squad of Kasrkins which serve as his bodyguards

Allegiance to Gregory: An ally. He sees the Gregori Imperium as a good place to finally settle down and give his men some rest.

Personal Equipment:
-Battle-scarred Carapace armor
-Power Sword
-Bolt pistol

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"Hail, Gregori!" spoke Captain Tyros - being the first one to reach the Chariot. Namely cause his Battle-Barge Black Flame - didn't have many men to transport or prepare. Only himself, which also was aided by the fact - that he had a teleportarium link with the flagship. Being one of the Astartes to possess such an ancient tech and the knowledge to maintain and use it.

Tyros was wearing his usual black armor, the bone spikes coated in a metallic sheen. Namely he was prepared to use any weapon at his disposal to destroy the enemies of Man. Including the Curse, that had once gotten his Chapter almost banished from the Imperium of Mankind in the first place. He was carrying a bolter, as old as he was - yet well maintained and looking no older than few years, due to some scratches on the metal surface. A plasma pistol rested on one hip, while a chainsword was on the other - what was likely more surprising was the fact; that onto his armor was attached three purity seals.

These weren't the immitations of the current Sororitas, or whatever remained of the Ecclesiarchy. Rather these were the older kind, carefully sealed and held in a special box - only worn, incase of an Astartes going to war. These seals were worn, whe the old Imperium had stood - and that had been blessed by the Emperor' Will. Each seal for one purpose of their Chapter - duty, service, loyalty. These were the beliefs that Tyros, and his other three members of their remaining Chapter held onto deeply. It only took one spark to lit illuminate this dark abyss.

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Inquisitor Alexius' Cutter departed from one of the newly outfitted Battleships of the Imperium Reborn's Fleet. He had chosen not to arrive aboard The Wandering Chronos and leave it behind in Arexia Prime's system for several reasons. First being that the Battleship itself, formidable though it was, was not fully crewed and therefore not ideal for a protracted battle situation. Second being that the ship was the Ordo Chronos' base of operations, training grounds, and personal abode, he would not risk its destruction or damage in battle at this stage, even if they had overwhelming numbers here. The Ordo's purpose was to serve as the new Inquisition of the Imperium Reborn, and that had to take priority over the current martial situation of the campaign's beginning. Besides, he'd given Lord Corbec almost all of the rest of his fleet and army to command, he felt the Lord-Militant wouldn't begrudge him one Battleship.

Thus, he'd obtained private transport aboard the newly formed Navy. He did his best to keep a low profile about the situation, mostly out of his desire for privacy in thinking about what to do about the negotiations over the Forge-Moon along with all of the other rogue elements that seemed to be cropping up into the Imperium by the week, but also out of caution about who had been spying on his fleet. He had read Lord Corbec's message before making his arrangements to depart, and figured that although he could not pursue the contents now, he thought it wouldn't hurt to be too careful. He'd also sent Inquisitor Varius off on his Special Assignment to the Relictor's Starfort, and under the terms of Special Assignment, he was not to communicate with Alexius via regular, overt channels. Thus, he'd heard nothing of his Inquisitor's reception there, but he wasn't too worried given his discussion with Captain Lattore earlier.

In any case, the burst of conflict immediately following the entry into the Forge-Moon's Orbit surprised him. He didn't expect they would encounter resistance so early. He hoped that whoever it was, the negotiations were not already blown. Once the Cutter crew got the clear to move, they set a course through the fleet to Saint's Chariot.

Entering onto the bridge alone, he saw Gregori already there among his crew, and the Astartes Captain Tyros who towered above everyone else in the room. He entered calmly in and made small conversation, nodding respectfully to the Astartes before turning to the new Emperor.

"Captain Tyros. I come as requested your Imperial Majesty, hopefully that reception outside is not indicative of what the situation of the Forge-Moon is. Though I must admit, I always though Forge-Moons taken by the Archenemy to be not so . . . pristine in nature. If a Forge-Moon can be called pristine."

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Prior to the fleet's sendoff into the warp, Inquisitor Malodrax had been received upon the Relictor's fortress monastery. The reception had been a quiet one, with most of the brothers not particularly aware of his presence among the small mortal population aboard. The Relictors had navagators, recruits, scouts, servitors, and a smattering of support staff, many of which were recently acquired. The captain had first lieutenant Garwyn give the guided tour, avoiding any dangerous areas such as still damaged parts of the starfort and of course the locations of any active 'research.' Of course Varius would have wanted to personally inspect everywhere possible, and on a starfort, that took a while. The inquisitor was to be treated with the utmost respect and all his questions answered plainly. Leal's intent was to have complete transparency to the eyes of the Ordo.

During his stay, the captain had also privately confided to Varius his concerns over the brothers' silent unrest. "...It is only their natural desire to serve the Imperium. Our loyal Relictors are frustrated with months of aimless travel through the blackness of space and long to set their blades along the throats of the demonic hordes. We shall see to that soon enough."

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Finally, the day arrived that the forgemoon Amaltheus was in sight. The massive starfort ripped through an enormous rift into material space moments after the rest of Gregori's fleet had preceeded them to find local space alight with naval battle. Although badly damaged, the Ramillies starfort defenses were still overwhelming, and it dominated the space around itself. However, there was one quarter, the most heavily damaged, which was less capable than the rest, and Lattore worked hard to keep that section as secret as possible. The Relictor captain stood on his command deck with a number of superior officers overseeing the space battle until completion. Inquisitor Malodrax was present as well. In the end, none of the enemy ships were threatening enough to contest the superior ships of the newly arriving fleet, and they were destroyed or vacated quickly.

"Captain Lattore. We're picking up communication from the surface. There's a battle going on down there."

"Can you identify the combatents?" Leal was eager for a status report.

"I'm picking up Skitarri transmission, and unknown, presumably chaos cultists."

Leal nodded. It was predictable. At least the mechanicus still lived on the forgemoon. Those cultists were undoubtedly causing damage however.

"Captain. I'm also detecting... Space Wolves."

Leal quirked en eyebrow. He blinked and stared at the screen. "Hm. This could complicate matters. Bring us into orbit. Jeffri, inform the flagship when we are in position to transport to the surface. We're not engaging without orders while Emperor Amastov flies beside us."

Leal heaved a deep breath. "Locate the Space Wolves' strike cruiser and aim our strongest shields in their direction."

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Once the immediate threats in space had been handled, Captain Lattore opened up a channel directly to the Space Wolves' battlebarge. It was only natural that space marine chapters would converse directly with each other, given their history and separate status from mortal forces. Leal had to break the ice before dangerous assumptions might be made.

"Hail esteemed Space Wolf brothers. This is First Captain and Chapter Master Leal Lattore of the Relictors. Our starfort monastery has just entered realspace alongside you. We are escorting the naval fleet of the Imperium Reborn under the new Emperor Amastov..." Leal wasn't sure how the Space Wolves were going to react to all that. He had just identified himself as the core of the previously excommunicated and furthermore declared 'traitor' chapter, The Relictors, and he had flagrantly announced that some mere human, mortal asshole named Amastov had declared himself the new emperor of the Imperium, and they were following him.

Nonetheless, he went on to deliver the important part of his message, which were his intentions. "We have come in peace and intend to provide you with support in the battle on the lunar surface. Please report to us your status and the status of the forgemoon battle below."

Leal released the transmitter and waited with one hand behind his back. There was a 50% chance... no, more like an 80% chance the Space Wolves told them to go fuck themselves, a 10% chance they opened fire, and probably a 10% chance they accepted assistance. Nonetheless, Leal would make sure Gregori received the transcript of the communications.

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As the fleet traveled through the warp, Gabriel couldn't help but think on the disagreement he had with Lord Karthis. While Gabriel could understand Karthis's reluctance to give up control of his men it was an issue that would have to be addressed. But later, after the Forge Moon had been taken. Though this time he would approach Karthis in a more diplomatic fashion.

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As the fleet arrived in system and the reports started filtering in Gabriel's eyes hardened. Chaos ships in orbit around the Forge Moon, Gabriel knew his men would probably be needed on the surface below. So Gabriel began issuing orders to the Imperial Guardsmen in the fleet. Make ready for deployment to the Forge Moon below. If the orders to attack came the Imperial Guard would be ready.

As the battle in space progressed Gabriel couldn't help but smile with savage glee. It felt good to be fighting for the Imperium once more, even if the Imperium wasn't exactly the same. He also hoped that everyone understood the significance of this battle. This was hopefully the start of something new. Something that could help bring order to this chaotic mess of a galaxy. If everything went well of course.

By the time Gregori's order to come to his flagship arrived Gabriel was already half way to the hangar on his vessel. He had intended to be ready to deploy with his men, but instead he diverted to the Saint's Chariot. As he entered the meeting room he could only hope that in the coming battles his men would survive. As Gabriel entered he noticed that Captain Tyros and Inquisitor Alexius had arrived before. He nodded to them in greeting before turning and bowing to Gregori before addressing him.
"My Emperor, my men stand ready. We only await your command. If the foul forces of Chaos think they can take this Forge Moon then they are sorely mistaken."