[System]
Kato is the gray haired boy, Kakra is the blonde girl.

Age: 17

Grade: Second

Biography:
Twins born with powerful blessings from twin gods: Mundas and Celestial. Uniquely, their powers could combine to a degree to be even stronger... but their parents were foolish. At the age of 10, they were cursed by a witch after their parents reneged on a bad deal. The twins were fused together, a large portion of Kato's powers being sealed inside of Kakra... and Kakra was sealed within Kato. Only when on death's door may Kato free Kakra, but if she stays out for too long, the imbalanced powers will caused her to go into meltdown.

Therefore, she must use her powers to heal Kato before it's too late, but in doing so seals herself away.

It's an extremely uncomfortable existence for both of them, as Kakra was always the more dominant personality -- to say nothing of the requirements of Kakra gaining even temporary freedom.

Kato spends much of his time quietly reading, usually occult books trying to find a cure for their situation. Various power users have tried to help them over the years, but so far no one has had a powerful enough ability to counteract the curse.

Suffice it to say, they're also not on good terms with their parents.

Powers:
Core: Sun/Moon Flower
Kakra gains significant power in broad daylight, and vice-verse for Kato at night, and more so under the moon. This manifests as a shimmering field around their bodies that protects them and makes them physically more adept, but if the field is damaged they lose all their strength until they recharge for a short time. While normally their power would be limited only by the length of day and night, due to the curse, even under the moon Kato is weaker than Kakra would be even on a cloudy day, though still slightly stronger than an average person, while Kakra is limited by the impending threat of a meltdown.

First: Overgrow/Shroud
Kakra overcharges herself, gaining absurd healing and increasing strength overtime. She can shed this energy and gift it to others, healing them and reinforcing them, but loses the effect on herself. / Kato creates a null-zone that blocks light and saps the strength of those inside, giving it to himself.

Second: Starburst/Bloom
Kakra creates a small star that grows, becoming blindingly bright and then exploding after a few minutes. This feeds back into Overgrow. She can direct it like a missile when it's ready to burst, or just set it off early. / Kato summons a ring of eight moonflowers, creating a safe zone for all those inside it. Only people he welcomes in can enter it. The flowers slowly shut one per minute until the circle fails. The barrier can be overwhelmed, and weakens slightly as each flower shuts. Is nearly impregnable at full power, however.

Third: Mixer/Eclipse
Kakra can possess Kato to speak for him, but to take control Kato must be effectively dead. When she takes control, she will go into meltdown after about fifteen minutes, but can use altered versions Kato's powers while she is in full control.
Enshroud = Celestial Cloak: She enshrouds another in sunny energy, effectively granting them a reduced but still quite powerful form of Overgrow. She also gains a small portion of the solar energy that person absorbs, further increasing her own growth.
Bloom = Sun Blossoms: She summons a sunflower where she touches. It blooms over the course of a minute and then releasing a fully charged Starburst. She can plant them one at a time, up to only four, and in fairly quick succession.

Eclipse: Kakra can create a singularity that adsorbs sunlight and projects a dark space for Kato. Similarly, Kato can absorb moonlight and then release an orb that acts like a small sun for a short time. This was a much stronger ability when both were free to move at the same time, obviously...

Relationships:
(Assuming it's known publicly to some degree)
Alicia: They've heard she's a witch. Pretty sure she has nothing to do with their problem, but they still kinda dislike her on principle.

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 Aspirations are rarely achieved by those without initiative. Either you strive to gain what you desire - or you go without it. That's the way the world always has been, and always will be...

 "Move it! Out of my way!" came a voice from the crowd. One of the school's several plazas was quickly filled, almost to the brim, as the concessions cart located near the center open its windows and rang for students to come purchase one of its recent specials - chocolate chip mint ice-cream. "I said move!"

The mass of bodies parted slowly as someone made their way through to the front. Aegus Reister - one of the newest students at the school - emerged from the crowd, waltzing up to the stand as he brushed off his sleeves and coat. When I say move, MOVE, damn it.. he scolded the crowd in thought as he looked down disapprovingly at his shirt, which had been stained by the touch of the commonfolk. Now I will have to throw out this outfit...it was one of my favorite too.. he griped inwardly.

Nonetheless, the white-haired student walked up to the stand and slapped a large bill onto the counter, not bothering to check the value before asking for their special. "Chocolate Chip Mint." he half-ordered. He waited shortly until the treat was delivered to his hands by the vendor. Aegus took off his canvas gloves, tucking them into his inner-chest pocket as he replaced them with napkins wrapped around the cone of his delicacy. He then would turn to continue towards where he normally wandered when it was his free period. However as he exited the other side of the crowd he heard a voice behind him. "Hey, asshole!" it called. "Who do you think you are? We were in line first!"

Aegus continued to walk, completely disregarding the possibility that one of the commoners had just addressed him in such a manner. It didn't seem possible to him.

But soon enough, a tall, but seemingly younger, student soon caught up to him and moved around him to block his path. "Hey, I'm talking to you." he said indignantly as he looked at the young man who was licking his ice-cream with a content face.

Aegus looked up. "Oh. You're talking to me, are you?" he said in an annoyed tone.

"YES!" he exclaimed angrily. "How would you like it if someone just walked up and pushed you out of the way?!" he asked, punctuating his question by shoving both of his palms into each of Aegus' shoulders. It was like shoving a brick wall.

The taller student's face contorted in confusion for a second before he found himself thwacked straight in the forehead by the flat of a broadsword. "SHOO! YOU ARE LUCKY I WAS BURNING THIS SHIRT ANYWAY, PEASANT! NOW GET AWAY FROM ME!" Aegus screamed at him with a now very angry expression, his ice-cream clutched in one hand, and the other occupied by the light sword that was now jabbing the other boy away from him.

He continued walking, and the student didn't follow him - he was too busy holding his throbbing forehead as he looked for stab-marks...while Aegus tried to cool himself down with the cold sugar.

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Aegus soon arrived at his destination - the class he was assigned after this free period was over. He didn't come early to study, or to be a good student, but because he had nowhere else to be. He sat on a bench by himself, now continuing to enjoy his (rather large) treat of mint ice-cream. He watched on as a commotion erupted nearby, a growing group of other individuals had seemed to come across some disagreements, or misunderstanding. He had nothing better to do, so why not eavesdrop?

He examined the few gathering there. The tallest of them seemed quite...different than the other people on the area. He seemed to have an enlarged, clawed arm. Another of them, who had recently arrived, seemed to be some form of...knight? They were an odd sight indeed. But he couldn't tell really what their capabilities were - so he had no clue if they were simple commonfolk, or something greater..

Aegus leaned back, watching the group as he enjoyed his leaf-flavored treat.

[Assistant] [Deleted due to faulty assumptions]

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Sasha

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The taint of evil she-snakes was all-pervading, a testament on how mere words and acts could rot even the most pure thoughts and flail souls like the wrath of the gods and goddesses mars the flesh of sinners. That accursed hellion who spared no effort in even showing the clothing of her most intimate regions to the foul demonspawn in a moot attempt to cajole him in the unholy alliance, made a remark not unlike a poison barb coated in honey. Sasha's grip around her blade tightened, as the sound of metal against scabbard was heard.

But before she could expose how her heart matched those sinful albeit tasteful panties in colour, a peasant of the most rude persuasion dared interrupt her, with the excuse of importance. A fact the horrific demonspawn tried to capitalize by spouting drivel about judging people not by their appearance. As if! That witch-temptress underwear was proof of her sin! The one called Nid-whatever pressed on, with an offer of food, furthermore.

But she would not waver. Knowing these creatures, they would rather put a vile poison in her dish. Or badly-stewed broccoli.

"Justice never stops, not even against temptresses with hearts as black as their loincloths!" Sasha protested, throwing Alicia a glare with so much righteous fury her cheeks became puffy and her lips curled. Some people called it pouting, but they were uneducated villains.

Reluctantly ignoring the unholy couple (and most of the Nid-whatever drivel), Sasha spun around in her heels, turning to face the person whose demands of attention had broken any sort of etiquette.

"The nerve, peasant! Even if it most important, manners are to be observed. You don't want to end up like the harlot, flashing that black lace everywhere and making awful remarks about hunger just because she is sated by eating men! Nevertheless, in the name of Justice, I shall heed your request." She said, letting go of her sword.

"However, as punishment, you shall shoulder the costs of sating a crusader of Light like myself!" She demanded of Kato, as a second growl came from her stomach. If that stupid manservant of Yuri would not provide, the rude peasant should take his place!

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Alicia

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Hmph, what a bore.

She had expected more of a reaction from him. But he kept his cool regardless, even after she flashed him her panties. It was almost like an insult for a man to not react at all to the sight of a woman's most sacred garment.

This is why she preferred the innocent types. So much more fun to tease.

And speaking of teasing, it seemed she had successfully teased the little crusader girl. How funny that she was more distraught by her black "loincloth" than Nidgardt, who was a man.

"Oh my, it seems I have accidentally revealed my undergarments due to my improper sitting position. Please excuse me for the uncouth display," she said with a knowing smirk. "And thank you, Lady Sasha, for notifying me of the matter."

She moved her legs around, as if to fix the problem. But she instead exposed her panties even more.

"As for you, dragon boy," she switched her attention to Nidgardt, "What I desire is money, simple as that. A lot of money, mind you. Around the ten digit range at the very least. In dollar, mind you."

With her frightening smile, she continued, "Or, you can give me access to meet someone really really rich in a one on one meeting without their bodyguards and such. I shall take care of the rest."

"So, how about it? Can you fulfill this wish of mine, hmm?"

She had noticed Kato's arrival. But she had nothing to say to the boy. Maybe he could "take care" of Sasha while she's settling her deal with Nidgardt.

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"Yes..." Kakra as Kato said to Nigardt while staring down Sasha... before she unleashed the most entitled rant she'd ever heard. "P-peasant!? What the he-" Amber eyes narrowed angrily and she lifted a finger, aiming to jab Sasha in her ample chest before her hand froze. One of Kato's eyes returned to blue and the hand fell back to his side before he could further offend Sasha.

"Kakra, no! We need her to help us!"

"UGH! Fine... you're right..."

And then both eyes were blue again.

"S-so... what I meant to say was of course, w-, I'll be troubling you for your time so if you're hungry I'm happy to get you something," Kato told her politely. He then motioned for her to follow him a few steps away from the others, not wanting to be so close to the witch and the demon if he could help it. "You see, uhh, w-we- I heard a rumor about your powers, a-and when I was young my sister and I were cursed by a-" he glanced again at Alicia, "were cursed and were hoping you could help." No need to mention witches around the witch...

They'd never come across someone with abilities quite like Sasha before, so it was worth a shot.


[System]
Rank: Lieutenant

Age: 26

Biography & Concept: Born the second son of the esteemed Caladwarden family, who's lineage reaches back to the first millennium of human space exploration. He was one of three, his older brother Brandon having been groomed to succeed his father as a representative on the Cinnabar Senate in which his father is a prime member. His young brother Gridor placed in administrative duties on their island home estate. Kaiden was raised to be a military man, representative of their family's old notions of loyalty and homage. There needs to be at least one member of the family in the Cinnibar Navy, and Kiaden has grown up with such expectations and responsibilities. Though his brother Brandon did sign on for a brief period to learn his worth and to show his dedication to the Republic.

It gained him an edge on the officer's exam for Lieutenants, and he passed with relative ease. His contention with his father however came at the death of his older brother, who died during a brief skirmish. Kaiden was given leave to convene with his family, whereupon his father ordered him to relinquish his duties as a Lieutenant and take Brandon's mantle as the first son. Kaiden refused, preferring to make his own way in the Navy rather than relying on his family's influence to gain notoriety. He had always been independent minded, and if he hadn't already a knack for the officer's life he likely would have defied his father long before the Brandon's death. His already rocky relationship with his sire plummeted into them parting ways with harsh words and even harsher sentiments.

An oddity, this "prince of the isle" does rather enjoy lowborn commoners. He speaks easy enough and is no stranger to hard work. But he always tends to have an air or superiority and education most can find grating. Ever rebellious, he was involved in a few low-end scandals with servants and young women cooks at his family's estate, being rather good-looking with a smooth, deep voice that can be used to flutter hearts or send men to battle.

Here's hoping he can muster up a good battle record with his meager gifts, because war has just begun...
@Penny

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"Our orders," Captain Micha said, reading aloud. Kaiden swept his gaze over the bridge, seeing his subordinates at their stations, his eyes sweeping past Sabatine without stopping at her. Behind him Tilda sauntered over to her chair, and he noticed Sabatine gave her a quick glare before going back to her proper, soldier's reserve. The midshipman to his left rose and saluted Kaiden, and the officer smiled and nodded for him to sit back down. The Captain's voice did not halt. "-Are to travel to the Errhai Star System just over the bend to scout out the outerlying planets and give a show of force to the small margin of colonists therein. And to keep the Alliance from sinking their claws in it, so to say."

Kaiden saw the orders and the Captain heavily paraphrased, but he got the gist of it. There was no Alliance presence reported there, but the ships were told to reinforce smaller systems as tensions escalated in order to keep the Alliance from growing so bold as to advance their 'influence' in lesser areas. Kaiden couldn't blame the Commodore or Cinnabar High Command for this move, but he also realized to Alliance citizens it seemed like a somewhat aggressive one. He pondered what abhorrent and vile news the tabloids on their worlds would be spewing to the general public.

"If we're all present and accounted for, let us commence aye?" The Captain asked his crew, and they gave an 'aye' in reply. Kaiden didn't speak, instead watching the Captain to learn from in so he might one day hold that command. He wondered if Micha had done some light exercise this morning before his post, because he seemed to be sweating from his brow. "Lieutenant Caladwarden," He said, drawing Kayden's attention from his musings.

Kaiden stood at attention. "Sir!"

"Would you er, do us the honors?" He said swallowing, almost uneasily. Kaiden felt he was simply seeing things. Though he didn't know why he was being presented with such an honor. Kaiden bowed stiffly, his eye opening to view Tilda at the side who gave him a wink. He'd done it to make sure she wasn't acting up, but now he recalled just how sexy she was. Luckily, not even a beautiful woman or an ex-girlfriend like Sabatine could kill his cool-headed focus at this rare moment.

"Aye sir!" He said, and he immediately changed his demeanor. His eyes as sharp as talons and his voice as crisp as waking up in a cold freezer. "Bosun Higgs, unlatch us and get the landing gear ready to be lifted. Bushman, Harwen, set us up for power with Chief Savachev. Howarth I need you focused! Ready the topsail and keep us steady as we rise. There can be no mistakes, men. Candleworth, if I don't see the coordinates on the display before I next blink! I..." He stopped, and cleared his throat. Kaiden turned to Sabatine, inclining his head toward her to suggest she should call for their lift off.

"Lieutenant, let's fire off." He said, gazing at her with his striking eyes in a neutral fashion. He was taking his ego out of it.

[Assistant]
"Chief of Ship, you may light the thrusters," Sabatine instructed. Almost before the syllables had left her mouth thrusters one and eight light with a roar. One on the port bow and the other at the aft stern, the two thruster balanced each other out and the Vickie began to bob and shudder in her birth. Kaiden irised the thrusters fully open to disperse there thrust rather than fiddle with the output volumes, though she didn't remember how he had fared at ship handling during the academy, he had obviously had plenty of practice since. The thrusters continued to come online in pairs until Kaiden controlled all eight units from his holographic console. Sabatine's nose began to itch as inonized steam from the slip began to infiltrate the ship, stinging her sinuses and the back of her throat. She took some pleasure in the look of discomfort the familiar irritant caused to Tilda.

"Chief of Rig, seal all hatches and all hands stand to," she announced over the intercom. In truth there was little for the riggers to do other than seal the hatches and then take thier places in the forward and aft airlocks, ready to spread the rig once they reached orbit.

"This is the Chief of Ship, reporting all stations optimal," Chief Engineer Savachev declared over the command push. The Vickie was buffeting now, surging on the wake of its thrusters as they dispersed thier force into the slip.

"Herculaneum control this is RCN Vicount, requesting final clearance to lift," Sabatine said, switching the comm relay to the port control. She wondered how those personnel felt about the dispersal of the fleet. Intellectually they probably understood that the minefield offered far better protection that the ships but it had to be demoralizing to see the vessels which were the symbol of the RCN scattering.

"Acknowledged Vicount, clear to depart," came back a flat female voice, too degraded by the microwave signal that was beaming through the clouds of ions being raised by the thrusters to convey any emotion. Sabatine pointed a finger at Kaiden to let him know they were clear but he was evidentlly listening in on the comms because his hands smoothly irised shut all eight thrusters. The jest of ions which had been widely dissipated concentrated and the ship leaped upwarards, her deck seeming to slam into Sabatine's boots. Kaiden made a hurried adjustment and the upward flight smoothed out. He might be an expierience ship handler, but he was new to the Vickie and her quirks. Sabatine supposed she could have warned him that the controls were a little touchy but she hadn't imagined the Captain would have him take the ship up his first full day aboard. Perhaps he was taking the measure of Kaiden as well. The ship rose rapidly up through the atmosphere. Sabatine had split her screen in four, one quadrant mirrored Leyla Savachev's board in engineering. Anything that conerned the engineer was worth knowing. Sabatine didn't quite have the woman's skill, but her time in the yards at Harbor 3 gave her a better grasp than most RCN officers. The second screen was Kaiden's, fully occupied just now with the thruster controls, though he was preparing to cut in the high drive in a side bar. The last screen showed the Captain's screen, he seemed to be checking Candleworth's astrogation plot. Micha was a fine astrogater, one of the best Sabatine had met, and he was busily making corrections to Candleworth's course plot. The midshipman's plot was so unimaginative that she suspected it had been lifted verbatim from the astrogation computer. Well she would check that later, and if Candleworth was a terrible astrogater, well the RCN would find a use for him regardless. Her own screen held a 3D representation of the space around Herculaneum, there was nothing of interest besides the mines but Sabatine plotted several missle attacks based on her assumptions about likely appearances of an attacking fleet. The odds of such a fleet arriving and not being destroyed by the mines was slim but a slim, but in battle the few seconds the computations could save her might be vital.

Gravity vanished suddenly as Kaiden shut down the thrusters. It returned with a jolt a few seconds later as the high drive kicked in. The high drive functioned with matter anti-matter converters, which were far more efficient than the ion thrusters used for maneuvering in a gravity well. Unfortunately high drive couldn't be used in an atmosphere as undecayed particles of antimatter would mix with the atmosphere and chew the drives themselves to pieces. Even in space there was a certain amount of particulate, but not enough that the motors were at risk with regular maintenance. The Vickie began to pick up speed and Sabatine unstrapped herself. It would be a three day voyage to Errhai and she didn't want to spend any more time looking at Tilda's smirking face than she had to.

"Sir, with your permission I'll join the bosun on the hull, it is his first time with us and I'd like to make sure the riggers don't give him any grief."

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"Very good," Kaiden and Micha said simultaneously, and Kaiden colored at the realization. Micha looked at him with scrutiny, but to Kaiden's relief the man didn't chastise him in front of the crew. The prince didn't even look Sabatine's way, not deigning to see any look she would give him. Instead he stood at attention just as he was trained to do, watching over the men he brought with them. Bushman and Harwen might bicker and cause trouble when off duty, but they concentrated like proper spacers when the time called for it. The monitor display showcased their ascent into the stratosphere and further up until the light blue of the sky turned dark and filled with stars. Even after traveling across planets himself, standing on the deck of a ship made it so he never felt such a sight could get old.

"It's amazing, isn't it sir?" Kaiden asked the Captain softly, his lips having curved into a smile.

"Yes indeed." Micha responded in a far less enchanted tone, clearing his throat. He seemed to be shaking but Kaiden took that as the ship's thrumming beneath the bridge. The Captain turned to him and blinked. "Lieutenant, I do believe I have it handled here for the moment. Go and check on the Bosun with Lieutenant Hickoring. The Bosun is your man, and you two should get to know one another now that you'll be serving together."

Kaiden's once bright face turned to stone somehow, without even changing a muscle. He paused for a moment, not certain if he should regale the Captain with their prior history right here upon the deck as the crew were adjusting the thruster levels and keeping an eye on the various UIs on their monitors. "Sir, I had thought my help on the deck would be welcomed."

"Are you suggesting I need it, Lieutenant?" The Captain retorted a bit too quickly. He looked nervous, which made him defensive likely. Kaiden learned such actions from Psychology 101 in his cadet years, but he didn't expect it from a Captain. Perhaps it was a test on his loyalty. The prince spun properly to present himself face to face with his superior, clapped his feet together and saluted with a practiced, fluid motion.

"My apologies. I'll leave you to it then, sir!"


[System]
Gender: Female

Age :16

Height: 5"6

Weight: 80 kg

Costume:

Personality: Sora is a stern yet kind motherly figure, and a bookworm who grades on theory subjects are never lower than 85%. She's the kind of girl who is so perfect for Class President that they are almost never actually Class Presidents because the universe has decided that's not fair. That's not to say she has no negative traits. Having Heroes as parents has given her a little bit of a chip on her shoulder, and she can be rather bossy and confrontational.

Quirk: Flying Sheep. Sora has inherited the physiological quirks of both of her parents. her mother was a sheep woman. Her father had six wings. Doe to this, Sora has sheep ears and horns, as well as a pair of white wings protruding from her back. Her horns are as hard and durable as steel, and her wings are as tough as Kevlar, making them valuable shields as well as tools of flying. On top of her physical gifts, she also sports enhanced hearing and sight, as well as the ability to 'sense' when predators, or people with quirks reminiscent of predators, are nearby.

Quirk Flaws: Sora's animal physiology has it's drawbacks. Sora's grandfather was a goat man, and the goat blood in her veins means that when she comes under too much mental stress, or is pushed to the brink of fear, her limbs will ieze up and shee will faint like a goat, fully conscious but unable to move for several seconds.

Quirk Limitations: Sora is not a strong flyer. The sheep in her dampens her father's quirk and gives her a more fearful, carful instinct. Not to say she has a full blown fear of heights. She just has a fear of soaring through the air at breakneck speeds, or diving from several stories to swoop to safety at the last second. She's no daredevil, and in a Hero, that's a bad thing.

The reason they want to be a hero: Sora's father was Storm Bird, a member of the aerial-themed Hero group known as the 'Sky Knights'. Her mother owned a modestly successful business that tailored Hero costumes, though in her youth was her husband's sidekick, going by the name of 'Sheep Girl'. Sora wishes to follow in their footsteps and become a pro-Hero.

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Charles would go to speak but then notice the commotion happening and the teacher suddenly calling the class over, he'd just shrug at it all and sighs mumbling to himself "why go over your limits if there is possibilities like this.." he'd sigh again returning his attention to Koharu and closes his eyes taking a few deep breaths as he returns to the full size "I made myself smaller yes" he explains "I suppose it's nice having multiple huge people" he says slightly indifferent "Though I am guessing your transformation will eventually go away" he states from observations from the previous training "Mine unfortunately can't go away unless I personally expel it, or compress it" he chuckles. He'd stand getting ready to head to the door "and I'm not so good at the compressing yet" he says with a smile.

 He would then stretch his body making himself taller while skinnier in order to pat her head again before returning to normal 5 meter height "well guess might as well head off to the dorms since no point staying here with class over, and another class may be expecting to use this place after us" he states before walking towards the door they was indicated to intending to head back to the dorms. He thinks if he should bother working on his shrinking or not and decides not to since he doesn't really care he'll just get rid of the extra mass before it gets to late so he can enjoy some games but until then he'll just lay out in the sun watching the clouds.

[Assistant]
Sora was to disgusted to appear properly terrified and too terrified to appear properly disgusted. Instead she just smiled the fakest smile in the history of smiles, and was about to answer in the negative; Something which every pore of her body screamed was a bad idea. Suddenly, class was over. The teacher was commanding the students to head back to their dorms. At first, Sora was incredibly relieved, but then she started to wonder why. Changing the conversation entirely, Sora turned to Edith.

"I wonder why they cancelled class early..."

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Koharu followed Charles' gaze and saw the collapsed studen, she covered her mouth. "I hope he'll be alright..." she then looked back at Charles as he grew again, she sighed with relief. She was happy there was someone there who she didn't have to worry about stepping on. She weakly laughed a little when Charles talked about only being able to shrink if he expelled the extra stuff. Or compress it like he did before. "Y-you are lucky... I can't even do that, I-I have to go to sleep to shrink back down. A-and I don't even know why it happens when I s-sleep..." Koharu's mood was now a little damp, she had just remembered she'd have to spend the rest of the day as a giant. That was for sure going to be awkward.

She flinched when the elongated are of Charles pat her on the head. But the pat did significantly improve her mood, one because cute boy touch and two because this time she didn't steal some of his body. She then follows Charles out of the gym and towards the dorms. It's not like she could get changed in private or even fit on her special clothes. She'd need to have grown inside them for it to fit properly, stretching it out with her hands would never work.

[Assistant]
Adam

Adam would awaken in the nurse's office, not really knowing what had happened to him. He looked around the room. He didn't know anything about this place or why he had wound up in here. Trying to stand up, he steps off the bed and walk around.

"Hello, where am I? How did I get here?"

The only thing Adam could remember was that he teleported and collapsed next to Kiyoshi. He didn't- his thoughts would get cut off as he encountered what was probably the school nurse. He walked up behind her.

"Um... Hi."

[User] Kiyoshi, hearing the teacher announce class was over, sub-consciously gravitated towards Sora. He walked up to her. "Adam had a heart attack. We should go." He said, looking worriedly at the collapsed heap that Adam currently resumed. "I hope he'll be alright." Adam was not only an asset, but also seemed like somebody Kiyoshi could acquaint himself with. "I was thinking we could walk back together." He said, before resuming quickly. "Just because you're one of the few people I've talked to." He scratched his head. "I can always go alone if you don't want to." He shifted his weight from foot to foot. He didn't know why he was this nervous. It was just walking to the dorms. But...He mentally slapped himself. He needed to stay focused. Adam's life was in danger and he was too distracted.

[Assistant]
Noru Nanbu

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The nurse yelped out in surprise, but a different voice answered in response to Adam's greeting. Noru was leaning back still in his gym clothes. He would have like to leave now as he felt it would be a bit awkward to stick around, but the nurse made him stay in order to tell her what happened.

"Sup, I got the school staff to come and get you, but for a guy who just had a heart attack you seem alright."

Noru looked down at his phone seeing if he can contact any of his new friends, but he didn't know any of their numbers, to which he gave a tsk.

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Adam

Adam was surprised to see Noru standing there in the doorway. He looked around the room again, this time scoping his surroundings more thoroughly. He deduced that he was definitely in some sort of Medical room. He walked up to Noru as he was looking at his phone.

"Eh, I dunno. Might be just coincidence. I feel a little faint still but other than that I'm fine."

Asking the nurse for permission to leave, he walked past Noru, motioning him to follow.

"Anyway, I think it's time to leave. We should go meet back with everyone else."

[Assistant]
Noru Nanbu

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"Eh sure I need to change."

Noru pocketed his phone and readjusted his glasses and followed Adam out the door. Giving a wave to the nurse he got to know the day earlier.

"So I take the heart pain are a normal thing?"

The Dark haired teen asked Adam.

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Adam

Adam would walk over to the lockers by the gym, put his code in and open his.

"I need to change as well. Oh yeah, It's a side effect of my quirk. If I use it too much in one day. Have had more close calls than I'd hope for in the past, as well as now. Thanks for saving me. I don't even want to think about what would of happened if you didn't."

He would take his normal student uniform and walk into the change rooms to change.

"If you want to ask me anything else, we can do it on the way back."

[Assistant]
Noru Nanbu

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"Hey what kind of hero trainee would I be if I didn't. But that's a pretty sucky draw back."

Noru made a mental note as he typed his code into his locker and emptied his pockets into his bag. A wide variety poured out of the pockets and entered the bag with several jingles.

"Oh, before I forget."

Noru walked over to Adam before he could get into the changing room and reached into Adam's pocket pulling out a cylinder of laxatives, which he took from the nurse's office. The prank from yesterday took a little too much laxatives for his liking, so he snatched another. Though he didn't have the room for it in his pockets, so the trickster Reverse Pickpocketed Adam. Noru gave a wry simile and a Tada before going back to his locker and after depositing the item he took his clothing out.

[User] Sora recoiled when Kiyoshi approached her and told her the bad news. A student had suffered a heart attack? This was serious! She forgot about Edith in the urgency of the moment, focusing solely on Kiyoshi. "Adam had a heart attack?" She exclaimed as she walked with Kiyoshi without proclaiming or acknowledging the fact. In fact, it was unclear whether she even noticed she had fallen in step. "Is he okay?" She asked as the two were...walking to the dorms together, it seemed. This was happening now.

[Assistant] "You want to help me?" Hikari needed time to process this through her head,taking a step back." Wait a second, no one actually helps me. I normally get stood up by others. Last time someone offered to help me, things didn't turn out well." The girl had sonw trust issues. It wasn't her fault, people where just mean for no reason..to her. Maybe it was because she wasn't nothing like her family? Maybe because she was an easy target

[User] Kiyoshi thought for a moment. "I'd say he knew about this before, so he's probably going to be used to it. He just teleported too far, and..." He tapped his pocket. "I have an idea. We should get our class to meet in the lounge. People can mingle, get to know each other. Just so we're not all estranged. Then maybe we can all start going to the beach, or restaurants together." Kiyoshi looked down, suddenly flustered. The next thing he knew, they had arrived. It felt too short. "I guess I'll see you in the lounge. Make sure you get the girls to come." He said, before waving shyly. "Bye." He said, heading towards the male dorms in a flash. Kiyoshi was glad he had brought his clothes from the gym. He made a mental note never to forget them as he changed into black jeans and a blue open collar shirt.

[Assistant]
Adam

Adam would be walking into the change rooms with his clothes when Noru reached into his pocket and pulled out some laxatives. He didn't really feel like stopping to question why he would need laxatives so he just kept walking in to the change rooms. He would get changed and decide to wait outside for Noru. As he was waiting he remembered what had happened to him in the gym class. He mumbled to himself. "Heart attacks suck."

[User] Kazuto let out a sigh, before mumbling to himself. "Stubborn girl..." He looked at Hikari. "I honestly want to help, as I was in a similar situation until just a few years ago. I couldn't control my Quirk, I didn't trust anyone, and nobody wanted to help me due to my...heritage." He frowned slightly. "I normally don't talk to anyone else this much, but you and I are similar, though you are what I could have been had I taken a different path."

[Assistant] Edith was about to answer Sora when Kiyoshi showed up mentioning that Adam had had a heart attack, before walking off with Sora. Shrugging Edith lets control of the remaining blood go. Pausing as she moves to leave so she can cram a blood bag into one of her pockets, before finally heading back to the dorms.

[User]
Mycel was busy cleaning up the mess he and his mold clones made, which was bits of mold on the floor here and there. He missed the news of a fellow student suffering a heart attack from overusing his quirk.
"A bit more..."
Mycel was poking the gym floor with his finger, letting the little pieces of mold crawl back to its user. After a minute or so of keeping the awkward posture, Mycel was done with the cleaning. He jumped and straightened his back, soon heading off for the dorm himself.

[Assistant]
Sora was a little puzzled at what Kiyoshi was getting flustered about. Maybe he was just nervous talking to the opposite sex. She didn't yet suspect that it was her in particular. When they arrived, she nodded and smiled. "I will!" she replied as she waved farewell for now. She'd better start finding people to tell about the plan to gather in the lounge.

Then Edith caught up with her. Why, god? Why did it have to be her first? Sora smiled weakly and waved at the crazy blood girl. "Hey, Edith! Some of us are going to hang out in the lounge of you want to come. After you get changed, of course," she spoke, in reference to Edith's bloodsoaked gym uniform.


[System]
Notable Parents:
None. Auron, however, is a relative.
Age: ???

Sex: Female

Hair Color: Black and Blue

Eye color: Blue

Appearance:
Most accurate for her hair.

Saina is a 5'1 woman, standing currently as the shortest of the group. Her skin is pearlescent white and her hair dark as a crows, with the end a strange hue of blue that only matches her haunting shade of pale blue eyes. She wears it up in a high ponytail the majority of the time, as when it's down the amount of mana coming off of her gives the strange side effect of her hair appearing to move like it's underwater. Something she finds weird, and doesn't like to flaunt given the way she wears it. Her attire is as mostly seen in the images above with a few exceptions; that being that her cloak does not have sleeves. A scar runs across the side of her abdomen and she frequently wears full fingered black gloves to aid her grip on her katana. Her skill with the katana is only so-so, used instead mainly to place more precision into her unique ice magic and to kill the stray fiend here and there when necessary. Her black katana rests on her hip usually and when drawn, snow falls from the blade. She carries items on her belt to grab and use when needed without having to rifle through her larger stores of belongings.
Weapon: Black Katana, Magics

Limit break:
"Lance de Glace" - Several black ice lances form around Saina in midair, then with a snap of her fingers move to impale the enemy directly

Any Armor: Black Cloak

Skills:
-Ice Magic
-High Agility
-High Speed
-An excellent dancer

Shortcomings:
-Only so-so with a sword
-Secretive
-Has difficulty forming relationships

Occupation: ???

Biography: ???

Personality: Saina is a mysterious woman who often appears to be aloof, yet when you look in her eyes there is some sort of deep understanding seen there. She is stoic, vigilant, and very blunt when asked for her opinion.

Are you arriving in Besaid or Living there?: Arriving on her chocobo, Mercury

[User]
Alex listened to Eva explain which made her roll her eyes. "Well than he's just a idiot. A crazy murdering idiot." she grumbled. What was the saying? Knowledge was power? If one was going to have a opponent it was best to study ones opponent and use it against them. That included the world. Even if he wanted to wipe out the world they knew, isn't it better to know it and then use it against people? For a good fighter, he was no tactician. A good warrior takes every playing card they can handle to their advantage. Overconfidence tends to be their downfall. Then again, Alex's temper usually gets in the way of any tactics. Still, it was best to figure out how he exactly thinks for future encounters. Even if it's little to go on or if what they saw was all there is. Better to be safe than sorry.

Glancing to the ice wizard as she spoke, seeming.. A bit off. "This kind of conerns her too." she said softly, but the kept the thoughts on how to herself, not wishing to upset Eva with bad memories or something before huffing a little.

"But alright. But if we do the same thing you two do, I expect understanding." Alex said toward the two cousins before looking to Naisha as she spoke before dozing off. Rolling her blue eyes, the tall woman gingerly poked Naisha's sleeping cheek.

"You know Nai, you're starting to make me think I'm your personal butler or something." Alex said teasingly with a slightly amused grin before glancing toward seeing Gippal speak to the man that sat near them.

"We're turning in then. Night. Call if you need me. Sleep well." Alex said to them before pushing Naisha along and down below deck. Going to the sleeping quarters.

Setting Naisha's chair beside her bed, Alex scooped Naisha in her arms before setting the black mage into bed, tucking her in under the blankets. Glancing to the obvious differences in her friend, Alex frowned a little, reaching and gingerly touching the horn.

Her head hurt again.

Shaking her head, the red head pulled her hand away and patted the top of her friend's head. "Hopefully you have sweet dreams." Alex said before lying down on the next empty bed. Lying on her back with her hands behind her head. Losing her eyes but was still awake and listening. It was hard to sleep. Sleep led to nightmares.

[Assistant]
Gippal sighed at the mans answer. Great a bounty hunter. Just what he had to deal with. He couldn't say much as that was what Gippal did a few times with Urick while traveling. But Bounty hunters were wild cards, some would stop at nothing to get their money even hurting innocents along the way. Wouldn't do him any good to say no. One, not his place as it was Eva's Decision. Two, the guy would follow them anyway. " I doubt we will need the help of bounty hunter, but I'll point you to Eva in the morning

Urick noted the mans whittling, it was something he did as well to pass the time. But unlike Kahl his strokes were always slow and define each stroke was a calculated one. Art took time and it relaxed him. He was not like others who quickly did it to sell it as trinkets.

They both left the man to his devices while Gippal and Urick moved to Front the boat, there they would sit for a while, not saying anything for a bit as Urick decided to work on his whittling project. The massive hands gripped the small piece of wood as he took the knife from his gauntlet and began working on it.

Silence held out for a while longer, till Urick finally spoke up. " You want to tell me what happened to you three years ago?" Gippal was the only one he could talk to normally, not that he did it often, but when he wanted to stress a point he would.

Gippal raised an eyebrow and said"What's up with you speaking more now? You finally gotten over your fears?" He smiled at Urick who only gave him a look that easily said in itself 'your ignoring The question.' Gippal stared at him for a moment before looking away. "No."

Urick sighed as if saying 'Fine' at which Gippal quickly said "Don't get snippy with me." Which caused Urick to only Shrug.

A few hours passed, with nothing happening. The seas were calm and the stars were bright. Urick stopped and slipped his unfinished project in his pouch and stood up to leave Gippal had just left before him to go to bed. Urick had looked up to See Saina still outside and on the top part of the boats deck.

Suddenly the boat shook violently wood groaning as if it ran a ground. Urick is was almost caught unbalanced but he managed to stay on his feet. Looking around into the darkness he saw nothing but open water.

The ships crew had sprung into action though they didn't know what happened they were looking into all the possibilities. Then someone screamed "FIEND!"

Coming up out of the water large tentacles rose up and started wrapping itself around the boat. The sailors started grabbing their weapons and started to hack at the tentacles but things became worse as fish like lizards flew out of the water and landed on the deck, attacking the sailors. Urick quickly assisted and knocked a few out of the air that flew by him, catching one by its neck as it tried to attack him. Squeezing it till it bursted into pyreflies.

Gippal had been lying in his bunk when the fiend attack. Knocking. Him from the bed onto the ground he quickly threw his boots on and his gear he ran past other passengers while he buckled his knife belts and slipped on his crystal bracer. He heard Fiend being yelled and the passengers started to yell. At which he yelled even louder "DONT PANIC! WE HAVE EVERYTHING UNDER CONTROL!" last thing he needed was some idiot passenger getting in the way and putting him in further danger.

He made it up the last steps to see the tentacles and lizard fish attacking. "A squid attack?? Really?!?" He pulled two of his knifes out and gripped them blades facing away. He stayed near the door to keep any from coming inside the ship, Moving and dodging attacks he would counter attack as they jumped by. Spinning in circles to make sure he wasn't focused too much in one direction.

[User]
When everyone began to disperse, Saina had sighed, waited for everyone to clear out and then headed below deck. As she navigated her way through the slightly maze-y halls, she finally found what she was looking for. In the engine room, some of the engineers gave her the stink eye as she came down the stairs. However, as they realized that the blue chocobo amid their small handful of golden ones belonged to her, they seemed to relax and go back to what they were doing.

Poking his head above the throng of chocobos, Mercury gave a happy 'WAAARK!' upon seeing her and wiggled his way through the other sleepy chocobos to get to her. When they met at the railing that kept the chocobos from escaping, he nuzzled his massive beak to her chest. She chuckled and stroked his soft feathered neck, eliciting a high pitched chirp from the massive bird. Then, scowling a little, she hugged Mercury--or at least, what she could. Her arms wrapped around his neck and she leaned her head against his warm body until she felt those dark feelings from what she had heard within her disappear. The chocobo, who was surprisingly patient in this matter, allowed her to do what she needed to do. At last she relaxed, finding her center, and let him go. Mercury pulled his head back, his head tilting back and forth as he studied her. Saina smiled at the bird and scratched his cheek before heading back up the stairs. Mercury tried to follow her, his long head twisting around the corner to look at her and let out another 'WAAAAARK!' Saina looked back and smiled at him before continuing up the steps, leaving some of the engineers scratching their heads at the weird display they had just seen.
She made her way above deck and started to make her way to the front of the ship, her face expressionless as ever. She was about to round the corner when she heard:

"You want to tell me what happened to you three years ago?"

She stopped as she heard voices coming from the front of the deck. She tilted her head to the side. Urick's voice, to be exact. The sound of him talking so eloquently once more brought back the same sensation of wanting to hear more of it back on the docks, but she felt it would be bad to interrupt right now. Saina turned her body to press up against the cabin's wall, tilting her head to the side as she listened.

"What's up with you speaking more now? You finally gotten over your fears?" Gippal was with him? Made sense. They were brothers after all so Urick talking to him should naturally be easier. There was a pause, causing Saina to wonder if she had missed something when Gippal spoke up again. "No." And then more silence. Saina was just about to walk away when Gippal once again spoke up, snapping this time. "Don't get snippy with me."

Her head looked over her shoulder as she turned away with an eyebrow raised as she contemplated how one could be snippy if they didn't say anything. It was... amusing to imagine what could have happened. She turned away, chuckling under her breath as she decided to have a cat nap in her room below deck. Besides, the most beautiful stars came out at around midnight. As she made her way below deck again, she couldn't help but wonder the same thing Urick had asked. What had happened when Gippal was with Thane? She opened the door to her room and sat at her bed after removing her cloak and attaching it through the belt loops of her shorts, her back on the wall rather than laying down. She moved her hands up, removing the ponytail holder from her hair and allowing it to fall down past her shoulders to midback, moving in its surreal way as it always did. As she knelt her head down to rest a little more, she allowed her thoughts to drift away into sleep.

---

A few hours later, she blinked awake. She hadn't really slept very deeply anyways, drifting in and out of sleep as time wore on so when she woke up she felt rather rested and ready to go. And even more perfect, midnight was approaching. Climbing out of the bed which she hadn't even laid down properly on, she walked above deck and made her way to the upper parts of it, hoping to get a better view of the stars. She left her ponytail holder around her wrist and her cloak attached to her hip, not expecting anyone else up at this hour. She went to the front most part of the upper deck she stood on and gripped the railings as she tilted her head back, allowing the sea breeze to go through her weightless hair. She exhaled, her breath visible as she stared up at the stars in the sky, their brilliance slightly reflected in her glassy eyes. This moment was perfect... except... her hand let go of the railing and touched her cloak, right where the sphere was being kept. She looked down at where it was located in the cloak before fishing it out and holding it cupped in her gloved hands. Saina looked it over, her thumb stroking the mechanism gently as she examined it. Out of the corner of her eye she noticed a familiar man with white hair approaching.

Her head started to turn so that she could look to Urick in surprise when the boat suddenly violently shook and came to a stop like they had hit land. The impact was so sudden that Saina clotheslined herself on the railing she was in front of, her body being bent over the safeguard. She would have fallen over completely if one of her hands hadn't found itself gripping the metal she had nearly toppled over. The hand holding the sphere however, extended as she nearly fell, the sphere escaping from her fingers and skittering across the deck.

She gasped, both her hands gripping the railing as she looked over to where it landed. Everything was happening so fast. Someone shouted fiend as she jumped over the railing and drew her katana from her hip. Urick was somewhere amid the mass confusion fighting the fish-monsters that landed on deck, workers hacking at the tentacles that had landed on board. This was bad, the ship could go down with everyone on it if they didn't act fast. She ran for the sphere at the front of the ship, her katana slicing through the small fiends on her way, which in turn, burst into pyreflies. Just as she was about to grab the sphere, a tentacle near the back of the ship slapped and latched on, sending anyone at the front like her flat on their backs. The sphere, however, slingshotted into the air and landed in the ocean where it began to sink, a few of the crew members doing the same. Her eyes wide, she forced herself back on her feet with a grunt and ran to the side of the ship, diving into the murky depths below. She swam down, grabbing the sphere mid-fall as well as waking up a nearby crew member that had fallen unconscious in the water. Beneath the waves, she pointed out the other crew members in the water, giving him a nod. He seemed to understand and went to collect his crew mates. Then she heard a loud rumbling under water, turning her head towards it. There, below the ship, was what could only be described as a Kraken. She had heard of them before, but never seen them. Her hair looking more at home here under water, she swam up to it and drew her blade once more, ready to fight.


[System]
Character Sheet
Rank: Lieutenant
Age: 38
Equipment:
Combat/Pilot Suit
Tactical Machine Pistol
History: Growing up on one of several massive space colonies, Garret's life seemed easy-going and of unremarkable quality. He had friends, had passions, and tended to drink more alcohol than he really should. After one booze-filled evening, he had found himself signed on with a one way ticket to a UHA boot camp, slowly remembering of a bet he had lost against one of his friends who joined in with him. It wasn't till half way through training before they began to speak to each other once more.
It was at that point the Ciprian conflict broke out, pulling a sizable UHA force into the fray. While everyone who participated in the conflict saw their plentiful share of action and carnage, it was the infantryman of Garret's company that got the unpleasant front row seat. Tragically during one fateful engagement, Garret's childhood friend met a grisly end after pushing Garret out of the way an incoming of mortar round. The loss apparently changed Garret's outlook on life and drove him forward with vengeful determination. Through months of long fighting, Garret had jumped through the ranks, usually ending up in different outfits, each one appearing even more mechanized with power armor and Mechs to boot.
After the conflict had been resolved, Garret had been hand-picked to live test the latest Mech from Allied Jupiter Engineering in the upcoming exploration mission he had also been selected to participate in. At first he was against piloting the machine but months of on-foot fighting and loss had took its toll on him and eventually agreed to test drive the Mech at his request for personal modifications. A year later, he agreed to be cryogenically frozen per mission parameters.
Appearance

Mech Sheet
Name: Ranger
Designation: AJE/M-88
Tonnage: 46t Medium
Height: 12 meters
Mech Speed: Fast - 90kp/h
Upgrades:
-Applied armor panels and skirt to protect fragile joints
-Mounted magazine racks
-Improved Jump Jets
-Improved HUD and visual sensors
Traits: Untested, Reliable, Stealthy, Posable
Exploration Loadout:
-Head: N/A
-Backpack Center: 4x Jump Jets
-Backpack Left: 1x SRM4
-Backpack Right: 1x SRM4
-Left Arm: N/A
-Right Arm: N/A
-Left Leg: 2x Jump Jets
-Right Leg: 2x Jump Jets
-Handheld: Rotary AC/2, Heat Knife (2 Meters in length)
Combat Loadout:
-Head: N/A
-Backpack Center: 4x Jump Jets
-Backpack Left: 1x SRM4, 1x Light Gauss Rifle
-Backpack Right: 1x SRM4, 1x Light Gauss Rifle
-Left Arm: 1x Small Pulse Laser
-Right Arm: 1x Small Pulse Laser
-Left Leg: 2x Jump Jets
-Right Leg: 2x Jump Jets
-Handheld: Rotary AC/2, Heat Knife (2 Meters in length)
Lore: The Ranger is a newer model combat Mech adapted to utilize newer technologies and tactics. Designed by Allied Jupiter Engineering as a competing Next Generation multi-role platform, the Ranger excels through the participation of reconnaissance missions, counter-insurgency and special operations, and urban warfare. Developmental focus on the Ranger is heavily geared towards an integrated neural interface and response system, promoting quick reliable and notably organic movements manifested through a more artificial muscle and biomechanical based chassis. Additionally, an experimental camouflage artifice applied to the Mech's hull armor shifts colors and patterns based on the surrounding environment to further reduce the Ranger's profile at the expense of stagnant armor tonnage.
While proving very successful through initial trials and simulations, the AJE/M-88 however has yet to see its baptism of fire in an actual live combat situation. Unfortunately due to a late technical oversight with the previously established neural input system which would have presented side-effects against its pilot, the Ranger was held back from official deployment just weeks before the Ciprian rebellion erupted. Now free of any systematic curses, the Ranger has now been fully entered into mass production.
Mech Appearance

[User]
Exploration? We're exploring? I signed up to kick ass not freeze my own ass off. The frustration was clear on Tavin's face, though one could easily mistake his frustration to be directed toward the assistant's lack of sharing intelligence rather then the irritating realization that they wouldn't be fighting. Besides, how the hell am I to pick up chicks at a bar if all I can say is, "Hey baby, I pilot a huge mech around in the snow all day." No girl's going to go for that.

Letting out a sigh, Tavin raised his hand and decided to ask a question. He was obviously still going to do the mission, but it didn't mean he had to enjoy it. "So what's our actual objective? Wait around until we find out what's taking out our drones? Look around a few days to see if we find some kind of alien life? I'm a bit confused to at what point we'd finally get to say, 'Mission complete. Job well done, boys. Let's pack it up and fly home back where it's warm and we're not freezing our balls off.'"

[Assistant]
Since he had learned of the cut off in communication to Earth, Maxim had had mixed feelings. It was a unique feeling adjusting to life without directives given to him by Wolf Labs, almost a bad feeling. His whole purpose in being was the lab's experiments and the prospect of becoming independent from those was daunting to say the least. He felt lost, if Wolf Labs was truly gone than his purpose for living was gone with it.

As the briefing began, he narrowed his focus and shook off the thought. Worrying about it was useless and dangerous, he couldn't allow his concentration slip lest he end up like the haunting scenes he had seen during his service in the Mars conflicts. The faint image of a burnt infant curled up in the sands of Mars, a casualty of a fire fight that had unfortunately taken place near a small settlement. He remembered stepping out of the cockpit and standing over the body. "Just a roasted peanut.." his brother had said as he stepped over the body. Maxim laughed shakily as he stepped past the body. Just a roasted peanut he had thought as he trailed after his brother.

A cold planet it seemed was the next destination, a place where the Kazak's cockpit would not turn into a large oven. With almost a smirk he rose from his seat, saluted the captain, and exited towards the hangar. The extra details were meaningless, he knew where they were going and what they were doing. 'Why' was above him.

[User]
Garret listened to the "briefing" on Cryotic 4 all the while staring at the holographic representation of the planet. The details were as spotty as he assumed they would be and did not provide much information, especially the bit as to why he was re-assigned. Then again that part was less important since he had been unthawed only recently and had not even met his original unit members.

Cryotic 4 was detailed physically on the holo-projector as a more mountainous and rocky world with a visible ocean though given how cold the temperatures were, the waters was were frozen as stated and even more likely was the fact that plenty of snow would also be present too. While most of the Mechs of this squadron were relatively ideal for this environment due to their more mobile feats, there was one Mech however; the Aspis, that did not appear very traversal in comparison. Garret could already admit that the roster was pretty varied and while that was a good thing in some cases, there was the risk towards adaptive efficiency as a whole and clearly this mission was basically sounding like a recon if anything else. Having a siege engine mixed in with nimbler Mechs would no doubt slow the entire unit down and compromise their low profiles.

By all accounts, a full-fledged scout lance would have been much more appropriate to field than this mishmash selection, so why more artillery? In fact, Garret even began to question if Mechs were needed at all. Hell, a platoon of infantry in environmental suits and possibly light vehicles would have proven more discreet than several walking battle tanks. The only reason he could deduce was there was a floating feeling of intentional interference rather than natural causes that are downing the recon drones and thus explaining the need to have people with sizable guns on the field.

Whatever the reason was, Garret was sure he wasn't going to get it here. Captain Zapka, his new CO, also seemed troubled by this too though whether it was for similar reasons or for something else and the Assistant behind him remained quiet on that same conjecture. Some kid in the same outfit Garret was now a part of raised his concerns rather bluntly and direct on the topic too but if the Captain wasn't being informed of anything, his squadmate was likely to be met with the same answer. Not wanting to stick around to hear the obvious, Garret rose from his seat and saluted the Captain before making his exit.

[Assistant]
"So what's our actual objective? Wait around until we find out what's taking out our drones? Look around a few days to see if we find some kind of alien life? I'm a bit confused to at what point we'd finally get to say, 'Mission complete. Job well done, boys. Let's pack it up and fly home back where it's warm and we're not freezing our balls off.'"
"I haven't got a clue. We're done when Command calls us and says we're done, or when we run out of MREs to eat." Zapka explained, "Now, let's get down to the hanger."

The hanger was massive, easily capable of housing two dozen Mechs. A road down the middle of the hanger lead to a launch platform, used by dropships. However, the place was mostly devoid of the warmachines. The ones of 1st Vanguard, and only a few others. The Engineers were not in short supply however. Easily over a hundred, working on various things. Mechs or armored vehicles.
An Engineer handed Zapka a datapad.
"Captain Zapka," The Engineer said with a salute, "I'm the lead Engineer on the Aspis, if you want to change anything, you can swap it out now."
Zapka looked at his mountainous machine, it was still in battle-loadout.
"Here... Let's free up some tonnage." He said, tapping the datapad a few times. "Take off the weapon pods and swap them out for fists and a single large laser module for each arm. Take off those rotary cannons on the shoulders too. That should be enough for the eggheads to install whatever they need to right?"
"Should be. The heaviest things they want to install are a seismic sensor and an atmospheric scanner, just to be clear, that okay with you?"
Zapka nodded and watched the teams of Engineers work on his mech, uninstalling the weapons, installing new ones and new modules would take something like an hour. In the meantime, he could hop into his mech and reacquaint himself with the controls, or monitor the power levels so that nothing would overheat or draw too much power. Instead he opted to just watch, and make sure the rest of his team was moving along smoothly.

[User]
By the time Garret got back to the Mech hanger, he found his Ranger crawling with maintenance crews detaching the Mech's more lethal armaments and unneeded armor sections for an array of scientific sensors and equipment. Naturally, and rightly concerned of his mechanical steed and AJE's hardware, Garret walked across the overhead catwalk and leaned over the railing, observing the work in progress. Normally the pilot would be inquired about any technical adjustments that were required to be modified but his own preferences were however nullified with strict instructions from the corporation for engineers to abide by the templated formats necessary to carry out specific operations. It was becoming somewhat clear that staff behind the Ranger seemed like a mixed bag of veterans and mechanics that didn't tend to see eye to eye every time.

Garret then noticed two engineers talking to each other with the Ranger's blue prints in their datapads all the while prodding at the Mech's SRM launchers as if they were seeing if it could be removed. It seemed apparent they didn't exactly agree with the suggested layouts and attempted to figure out the Ranger's external back module, or "backpack" as they called it. One of them eventually noticed Garret observing them.

"Sir? The launcher here, it is a static component right?" asked the engineer.

"Yeah, it's non-modifiable. At least what I've been told anyway." Garret replied.

The two engineers looked at each other and back at the blueprints, making what sounded like grumbling noises from where Garret stood before the same man looked back and thanked the pilot. It was not long until the the modifications were soon complete with mechanics and engineers moving along to their next walking tank to work on. Still leaning over the railings, Garret produced his PDA from his pocket and accessed the news net, skimming through the available articles until his next orders came in.


[System]
And now, to make sure Misaka doesn't go and blow up half the plot on her own/before other people can get involved...
* Age: 13
* Appearance: "Judgement desu no!"
* Personality: There is one thing that anyone who meets Kuroko knows about her attitude, it's that she is ridiculously, and somewhat worryingly, into Mikoto. It's not just lust, and she's quite capable of being a good friend and highly reliable when her self-control hasn't slipped, but... well, propriety seems to go right out the window when Mikoto's involved.
She's also, despite using overly refined speech for casual conversation, rather blunt with her opinions and suspicions, which means that her tendency to dismiss things such as urban legends and rumours is also quite hard to miss. She's not entirely bad, though, as she's usually quite laid back and has a strong sense of justice. Predictably, this means not backing down when in a losing battle.
* Level: 4
* Power: Teleport. It is, as the name suggests, the ability to teleport objects and people--including Kuroko herself, with her level. Teleported objects have the power to displace whatever's in their destination, which is understandably quite dangerous. It's not an ability without its drawbacks, however: since it relies on eleven dimensional mathematics, it's not exactly a reflexive ability and it isn't possible to pull it off whilst severely distracted. It's also got a weight and distance limit, as well as a delay between consecutive uses. In order to actually have ammunition, Kuroko has metal darts strapped to her thighs.
Making up (somewhat, she seems to always get hit anyway) for her power not being something that you can constantly use is a level of martial arts skill that nonetheless faces a quite unfortunate problem: she's still less than five feet tall.
* History: Kuroko joined Judgement the year before joining Tokiwadai, and after joining said school became rather enamoured of Tokiwadai's Ace. This lead to finding a way to become Misaka's roommate... and subsequently she's ended up as said Railgun's best friend, despite her actions.

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Shirai Kuroko

Now out of the dark alleyway--and with the appropriate authorities contacted to deal with the stunned, and thus easily apprehended, thugs that had been foolish enough to attack onee-sama--and walking alongside Misaka, Kuroko was repeating her oft-ignored remonstration that it was Judgement's job to deal with this sort of thing, and she should really just wait until someone else got there before simply frying everything.

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Dark Alley: Nadeshiko

If Nadeshiko turned around, she would find herself face-to-chest with a tall youth of highschool age, dressed casually and with obviously bleached hair. His expression whilst looking down at the timid girl was one of barely-concealed irritation at her reaction, but was swiftly pasted over with a much more pleasant expression and a rather sketchy invitation: "Hey, miss, how would you like to help me out with an experiment?"

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Oh god, it's a delinquent!

No matter how pleasant his expression was, Nadeshiko couldn't help but practically jump out of her skin when he began talking. After all, there was no way this wasn't shady. She was in a dark alley, and a guy like this had snuck up on her, and then there was that really suspicious proposition... There was just no way that this was heading anywhere good at all!

"Um... S-s-sorry, um, um, I, um..." The tiny girl trembled, hugging the bag closer to her as she tried to make eye contact with the boy, failed miserably, and ended up just staring at his shoes. "I, um... I d-d-don't, um... I m-mean um I l-l-like... I like g-g-girls and um y-y-yeah um s-s-so um s-s-sorry um..."

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Dark Alley

"Not that kind of experiment... you know, I don't have time to try and talk you into it, you're coming with me," the apparent delinquent stated, taking a drink from the clear bottle that Nadeshiko would have noticed in her futile attempts to make eye contact, "I have a quota to meet."

From Nadeshiko, where there had been nothing but empty alleyway scant seconds before, came a menacing growl. It looked like a big dog, in the same way that a rottweiler looked like a poodle, and there was overall too much of it. Plus it seemed to be stalking towards her, looking quite ready to hurt the poor girl.

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Misaka Mikoto

It was a lecture that Mikoto was really rather used to by this point. The whole time she'd been friends with Kuroko, in fact. Every time she knocked out some thugs who were harassing her, Kuroko gave the 'wait for Judgement' lecture. But wasn't it a lot more convenient to just take care of them right there? It wasn't like they were permanently injured or anything, the shock was just enough to knock them unconscious. And if they were going after someone else, well... she couldn't just stand there and let it happen. She wasn't the type to just let a bunch of thugs do whatever they wanted with someone, it wasn't right.

"They were ticking me off," the brown-haired girl replied, glancing slightly downward at her friend and roommate. "Besides, it's a lot more convenient to take them out without waiting. It's not like there were any serious injuries."

Saten Ruiko

Uiharu was sitting down... and facing the door. That made this a lot more difficult then it otherwise would have been. However, Saten Ruiko was not one to give up! She was feeling particularly energetic today, so there was no way she would back down from this challenge. Besides, there was another girl there, a foreigner who looked like a new recruit or transfer or... something. She would be Ruiko's distraction! Carefully the black-haired girl crept along, eyes on her prize. Uiharu was definitely distracted, there was no way she'd notice before it was too late!

Ruiko carefully maneuvered along the wall... it was not often that a challenge such as this would present itself, especially with this kind of prize! It would only be a few more moments before she was right in position to make her next move... for the briefest of moments before she did anything. Ruiko knew that the new girl saw her when she got in front of Uiharu.

But it was time!

Swiftly, the girl raised her friend's skirt, quickly peering inside.

"Oh, clovers... Is it my lucky day?!"

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With the taller girl finally coming to a stop, Beatrix gratefully regained her breathe, hands gripping her knees as she doubled over. Physical activity was not her best stat, admittedly.

After a few moments, Beatrix straightened her posture and puffed out her chest, smirking condescendingly, "Hmph! Of course I'm fine! A light trot is nothing to me! ...Still, there's no need to rush, so don't go speeding all over the place, will you? It's quite annoying."
Relaying the directions of her dorm to the girl, Beatrix walked onwards once more. Roughly a ten minute walk away, which was just about within her limit. Quite handy when she needed supplies or new frien- toys.

Oh, right, peasants should be rewarded when they actually succeed, right? the young girl suddenly realised. Well, money was hardly an issue for someone of Beatrix' status, but how much did one pay for an escort such as this? It wasn't that difficult, right? But this girl pretty much volunteered...
The arrogant girl continued to ponder this dilemna with a small frown as she walked.

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Murakawa Torako

"Hmph! Of course I'm fine! A light trot is nothing to me! ...Still, there's no need to rush, so don't go speeding all over the place, will you? It's quite annoying."

"Okay~," Tora replied. As they walked, she started talking about a lot of things, running her mouth off regardless of the fact she barely knew the girl. As long as someone was willing to listen, she'd be satisfied. "..so then, I threw a sinker, and secretly Amplified it, but it shot off and slammed upwards to his groin instead! Man, he was walking funny for days..."

It was as if the energy that would have gone to the sprint earlier was now running her mouth. "..and so, when everyone was having fun fooling around in the game, she hit a homerun and exploded the faculty office. So thats why we.. Oh, we're here."

She stood in front of the dorm, her previous fear of being discovered long gone. After all, if her friends do discover her here, she'd only be helping this child out. "So? Do I enter?"

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Uiharu Kazari

"That would be lovely, thank you. I'll just have some water."

Eh.. Kinda conservative, that choice, but she wasn't about to say that. Perhaps Annette had different taste or some sort of circumstances for her to make that choice.

"Alright. It will just take a minute, so please hav-" She stopped midsentence, as her skirt was suddenly raised.

"Oh, clovers... Is it my lucky day?!"

"H..HYAA~!" Kazari immediately pushed down her skirt, blushing furiously. "Sa..Saten? When did you come here?"

Saten Ruiko was one of her best friends, but she had a habit of flipping up her skirt. She was grateful to Saten for a lot of things, but she did wish sometimes Saten didn't flip up her skirt every time they met.

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Annette sat patiently as she watched Uiharu going about getting the request drink, calm and considerate as always. There wasn't much else to do at the moment, so she spent the time coming up with questions that she could present in a few minutes. Knowing how this place ran would ensure a quick and efficient integration into daily affairs, which was what one should aim for.

There was a tingling sensation in her spine, but she took no heed of it, since it didn't seem strong enough to be a major event. So she'd keep an eye out and otherwise not act on it, without a cause to do so.

Her premonition abruptly and surprisingly materialized as she watched someone come up next to Uiharu and lift her skirt, taking a look at the undergarments beneath. Well, this was...unexpected, and Annette fought back a light blush of her own as the flower wearing girl reacted, understandably not amused by what had just been inflicted upon her.

"Um, does this happen often," she asked from her seat as she watched Uiharu and Saten. They seemed to be friends anyway, and it would be a good time to build up trust between herself and her new associates. It certainly couldn't hurt to find out if she obe concerned about the same thing happening to her.

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Nadeshiko - Dark Alley

Well... At least he didn't want to do that to her. That was somewhat reassuring. But Nadeshiko didn't have time to feel relieved, as, well... There was that big thing, that huge, bear-sized dog-like thing, emerging from the darkness and advancing on her. And, well... Nadeshiko was always rather timid. Even amongst rather non-threatening humans she was prone to anxiety, so when faced with this huge, snarling beast, well... It was something of an achievement that she hadn't soiled her underwear yet, honestly.

"Ah... A-aaah... Wh-what... G-g-get it a-a-away!" The tiny girl trembled, her entire body shaking in fear as the dog slowly drew nearer and nearer, snarling and growling with murderous intent. "G-get... Get it... A-a-away... P-please..."

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This girl really liked to talk, Beatrix noted as they walked onward. It was tough keeping up with her story (plural?), especially when she had that evil sun bearing down on her too. Well, at least she'd deduced that this older girl was obviously a giant klutz! As long as she didn't trip and hurt her new friends, Beatrix would tolerate it.

Soon enough, they arrived at the rich girl's luxurious, outstanding, and enviable... standard-issue dorm building. Definitely far from the standards Beatrix deserved, but she was confident there was a mix-up somewhere. Any day now, she'd be moving into a ten-bedroom suite!
For now though, this was her humble abode. With a haughty "of course!" she beckoned the girl to follow her to her door and inside, where she carelessly kicked off her shoes and walked further inside. To a world infested with stuffed toys and plush dolls, going by the sheer amount lining the walls and occupying sitting space.

"Just stick 'em there," Beatrix pointed to one of the few remaining areas in her small dorm, and walked into the kitchen, assuming the courier girl would leave immediately.

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Sighing, the girl gave up on the point; as much as it was her duty to reprimand Mikoto for her constantly flouting the rules, nothing she could say was going to stick. Really, her onee-sama was so stubborn... not only did she keep shocking thugs that apparently couldn't recognise the most publicised level fives, she never would stop wearing those unladylike shorts underneath her uniform. As for her obsession with a children's franchise...

Wonderful as it had been to talk with her roommate, it didn't escape the teleporter's mind that she had to be getting back to the branch office soon. Uiharu was on her own, since Konori had fallen ill at the most inopportune time. Though maybe she would like to come along, since Saten was likely to be there by now. Plus there was a quite obvious downside to hanging around...

"Onee-sama, I was wondering if you wanted to come to the office with me. After all, it looks like your antics have just shorted out all the traffic lights again, and I don't think you want to be here when Anti-Skill arrives."

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Dark Alley
"Now, why would I want to do that?"

The dog attacked.


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Player Name: Legion-114
Age: 27

Appearance:

Gender: Male
Race: Human
Force Sensitive Y/N: N

Equipment: Class-II Gladiator Star Destroyer. Manor House on Naboo.
Skills: Fleet Analysis/Perception. Demand Loyalty.

Strengths: } Seasoned Captain. A Strong Sense of Justice.
Weaknesses: } Suffers from Occasional PDST. Doesn't Fire Upon Unarmed Targets.

History:
Knight was eight years old during the peak of the Clone Wars, in which living on the Outer Rim often left his homeworld venerable to CiS attacks. It was during an assault carried out by the Separatists that led to the death of his family members and most of the village he lived in. The attack was both unprovoked and held little strategic value. – Knight would never quite recover from this experience. Eventually the Republic reclaimed the world and saved those who were forced to work in labour camps.

Knight was brought back to Coruscant after it was reviled that he would have no future on the world. Here he witnessed the transformation from the Republic to the Galactic Empire. His mind focusing on the propaganda that promised to restore order to the galaxy. And Enlisted into the Imperil Navy when he was fifteen, lying about his age so that he could get the most out of his youth.

When it was discovered that he had lied about his age to get into the academy the board of instructors were to throw him out and issue discipline. However, Admiral Vor Raukken saw both the potential and determination driving Knight and questioned the boy as to why he was so determined to join the navy at such a young age, in which Knight explained what had happened to his family and his homeworld and that civilian life would not be lost if hostile forces couldn't land on the planet.

With this answer, the Admiral gave Knight an honourer position on his own Imperial-II Class destroyer. Immediately Knight felt that he was in his element, the narrow corridors and cramped command room was of no bother to him. He even attended some high risk mission where his own input gave the Imperials the advantage.

Rukken then as a gift gave Knight his own ship to command, The Defender, a Gladiator-II class Destroyer. Which was often always placed on defensive deployment of worlds and stations. Knight never accepted any rank above Captain, even though he has been offered many times, his main reason was that he wanted to be the one stopping the enemies of the Empire on the battleground rather than locked away in a fortified location, sending troops to their death.

After the weeks following the destruction of the Death Star II, Knight and his crew were still stationed above Naboo as part of the planetary defence. It wasn't until the third week of hearing nothing from Naval Command and Control, Knight then began to broadcast to nearby Imperial outfits in neighbouring sectors. However, the open comms were a mess, and it seemed the entire battle net was out of sync from itself. That is when Knight made the decision to abandon his post from Naboo and begin to rally all the Imperial forces into one coherent force.

For an entire month, Knight and a small band of Imperial ships that joined him bunny hopped from system to system, evacuating Imperial forces and supplies.

Knight received the responder code for Imperial forces to regroup over Taris, where he awaiting for his briefing as to what will happen next.

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Taris Hyperspeed Lane.
Taris System.

With a cool wisp of blues and whites, the Defender, accompanied by several smaller vessels of varying purpose were spat out of lightspeed. The Defender's hull, ravaged with carbon scorches and breaches revealed tales of a recent skirmish. However, while the sight of such devastation looked grim, in reality most of it was merely cosmetic and didn't impede the ship or its crew to any great extent. – For now.

On the bridge a man wearing the purest white uniform that made snow grey in comparison stood at the main view screen, staring at the distant orb that grew only in millimetres with every passing second.

"Sir! We've entered the Taris System." Called an officer whose face was hidden behind an operator's terminal, not even looking up to view the person he was speaking to.

"Very good." The man in white said, his eyes fixed to Taris. "Give me a situation update."

 "Yes, sir." The officer responded, taking a moment to full read his display. "It seems that our last encounter with rebel forces has caused minor damages to our life support systems. While not an immediate urgency, I do recommend we seek repairs as soon as it is viable to do so."

"And what of the planet and other Imperial forces?"

"Unknown, I'm trying to hail them now."

"Very good, take us down into low atmosphere. It'll be easier to repair life support while we're not relying on it."

Taris Skyline.
Taris Population Centre Seven.

A shadow casted over the tall skyscrapers of the population centre, the clouds parted and in their wake rested the open hanger entrance of the Defender. Those below looked up in both awe and horror as they feared bombardment from the turbolasers or the bombers that laid dormant. After some time, it was clear that the ship had no ill intentions of the city or its residents below.

"Captain Knight, we have reached low orbit." The officer cried.

"Very good, launch all TIEs on defensive duty, put a show on for the locals. Let them know we're not here to subjugate them." Knight ordered. "Now get those repairs underway and request both Imperial and local support to refill our provisions and resources. Also all non-essential personnel are to be given shore-leave. Let them breathe real air for a while."

As soon as the orders were given, an estimated fifteen TIE fighters left the three hanger bays and begun to swarm around the Defender and nearby areas, some performing manoeuvres and showing the local population as to how skilled the pilots were, but mainly to show that they meant no harm.

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The Stranger's Bar.
Taris Spaceport near Population Centre 7.

The distinctive scream of a TIE Fighter's Ion drive gave pause to the patrons of The Stranger's Bar as it passed over, their collective attention drawn from their drinks and conversations as tensions rose. In a lonely corner of the bar, a human man in orange-grey armour drained the last of the cheap Corellian whiskey before he looked over to the occupant next to him in the booth.

"HK, We're heading back to the Revenant."

"Agreement: As you wish Khyrr."

As the droid made to get up, the attractive Devaronian with jade-green hair and coppery skin curled against Khyrr's side turned to look at him with a lusty expression in her blood red eyes. The man noticed the expression and smirked as he stood up, her eyes following him, or at least a particular part of him.

"Not right now Vida. If you're still in the mood to... get to know each other a little more, you know where I'm staying."

He winked at her as she gave him a flirty smile before pulling on his helmet and heading out of the bar, tossing an extra few credits as a tip to the bartender. Outside, he stopped and looked up at the hovering shape of a rather beaten Gladiator-class Star Destroyer, a small smirk crawling onto his face. He always like seeing the empire get kicked around because that means more business for a mercenary like himself. Whether it was the Empire looking for a chance to strike back or the Rebellion, or should he say 'New Republic', looking to press the offensive, Money was money and he didn't care who it came from.

The communicator in his helmet beeped and he opened his holo-emitter to see the holographic image of HK-51, his droid co-pilot and partner.
 "Statement: The Revenant has been secured. No suspicious objects or personnel detected."

 "Copy that HK, heading over now."

It was a fairly short walk from the bar to the hangar where the refurbished and improved Fury-class Interceptor sat proudly. Despite himself, Khyrr stopped to admire the ship. His ship. The same ship that had shot down more than its fair share of fighters and transports, be them Rebel or Imperial, not that either faction knew about them. Walking around the back, the loading ramp lowered with a hiss and the assassin droid stepped down to meet him halfway. Nodding him a wordless greeting, Khyrr followed him to the cockpit and quickly sat down in the pilot's seat as HK-51 did the same. The two quickly ran through a diagnostics check and, once they were sure all the systems were secure, Khyrr left HK-51 to guard the ship as he left for the cheap apartment he had rented in the Population district.

When he arrived, he was greeted with the sight of a familiar Devaronian. He smirked at her as he let himself in and tossed his helmet onto the worn couch as he began to un-clip his armour.

"I see you decided to take me up on my offer..."

Her tongue ran along her top lip accompanied by a lusty gaze as his armour came off to reveal the black shirt and trousers that loosely gripped his arms and legs, just enough to show his lusty audience the line of his body while loose enough to leave enough to the imagination. He turned to face her with another smirk and the coin dropped. Within seconds, the pair were rapidly losing clothes as they moved towards the bedroom, kicking the door shut on the way in...

An Hour and a half later, Khyrr emerged again, this time shirtless and littered with scratches and teeth marks as he re-buckled his belt. If one were to look past him, they would see one disheveled and utterly satified Devaronian sleeping softly under his sheets until he gently closed the door and went about collecting the clothing now scattered across his apartment. He was just slipping on his shirt as he heard the dull thud of someone knocking on his apartment door. Drawing his DE-10 from the holster lying on the couch but leaving it out off sight, he cautiously opened the door with his free hand.

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Above Taris Population Centre Seven.
The Defender

Standing outside on the hull of the Defender, Knight peered down from the clouds onto the population centre as some kind of deity. He could almost feel the tension building from below him. War was coming to Taris and it was to be a bloody one. Millions if not billions of lives would be snuffed out in an instant.

Visions of Knight's past fell before him. His home planet bombarded by Separatist bombers, his brother's lifeless body in his arms. The screams... he could still hear them. His hands trembled before him; he could still see the crimson that stained them, an unwashable mark that would plague him for eternity.

"Sir!" A man cried out from behind him, wrapping his arms around himself to protect his overcoat from flapping uncontrollably in the high winds. "Sir!" He repeated as he neared Knight.

Knight turned, his face recomposed and poised.

"What is it Griffen?" Knight replied, his stance unmoved by the winds.

"I was calling out to you for ages! Didn't you hear me?" Griffen said, now within reasonable distance from Knight.

Knight paused for a moment to look back down at the city below then back to Griffen.

"I was lost in thought. What was it you required from me?"

"I fear that we our open for attack in our current location."

"How long before the Life Support is operational?"

"Given our rate of progress, it will be a few days."

Knight though for a while, he knew what Griffen was saying had some merit. Then an idea hit him.

"Then we make ourselves an undesirable target." Knight responded.

Confused, Griffen asked how that it would be possible.

"It's simple. We open our doors… well hangers to the public. I remember being a child I always wanted to tour an Imperial warship."

"But sir? Is that wise. It will leave as vulnerable attack from the inside." Griffen said, his voice full of concern.

"It does indeed, but imagine the up cry… Rebels attack a ship full of civilians on board. They would quickly lose their support from the system. In such attack we ensure our troops protect the civilians above anything else. The rebels will then become public enemy number one."

Hours later ships would create a taxi service up to the Defender's main hanger bay. While many were hesitant at first, actual tours were being given, children were allowed to sit in the cockpit of TIEs, wear the helmets and such amusements like that. Any Rebel attack now would completely destroy support for the rebellion in this population centre.