[System]
Real life:
Age: 16
Appearance:

Birthday: 16 September
Personality: The best way to describe it would be quietly willful. He wants to do what he wants, when he wants how he wants to do it but he won't complain about anything unless it's something he doesn't like.
Bio: He's been playing for a very long time. Once he used to spend all the time he could, clocking thousands of hours in the game, but now that he's hit the roof, he's basically just screwing around. Although he spends almost all his time in the game, he has an amazing ability to cram last minute and he still gets average grades. They've been on the rise recently as he's stopped playing so much and his parents are happy that he spends more time out of the game than before.

In Game
Avatar Name: Datze
Avatar Title: Dragon God
Appearance: Similar to his real life appearance, but he looks about 5 years older and he has red hair. His wears red plate gauntlets and plate greaves made out of dragon scales and he also wears a face mask that covers his mouth. The mask looks like a dragon baring it's teeth.
Class: Ascended Dragon

Signature Move/s:

Overflowing Terror: Datze radiates an aura of terror several times more intense than even the terror of a boss-level Dragon's roar. The aura will affect anyone near or lower than his level and gives varying effects depending on the enemy's strength. Enemies slightly below the user's strength will have some large stat penalties while enemies far beneath the user's level could potentially faint from the pressure. Even beings normally not affected by fear such as golems and constructs will be affected by Overflowing terror.

Almighty Dragon Rage:
When Almighty Dragon Rage is active, debuffs from sources that are lower level than the user will not work. The user will also gain an aura which gives them extra damage and defence depending on the amount of enemies in range and the amount of hits taken; and the user will temporarily gain infinite stamina. Almighty Dragon Rage can also be expended to super-charge a Dragon Breath.

Secret Skills(But not all his skills): Dragon Heart, Dragon Bomb, Dragon Call, Descent of the Dragon God

Avatar Bio: This avatar is regarded by all of the players as undeniably one of the strongest avatars in the game. The class itself is considered legendary in lore, and the preceding classes are considered some of the hardest to advance.

Ascended Dragon is the final form of the secret Dragon class, a class in which a user over time slowly gains the stats of an actual dragon. However, very, very few people have ever managed to convert to the class, as even the first challenge is considered impossible. Fight and kill a dragon at peak condition by yourself. No help is allowed, and the fight must take place on a flat plain.

Those that managed it found it to be the least of the challenges, each challenge afterwards could only increase in difficulty. When the world deemed it impossible to advance to the final stage, one user was seen, standing upon a mountain of dragon corpses. As they watched, a huge white dragon descended from the heavens, and the two proceeded to fight. The brilliant flashes of light stopped anyone from clearly seeing the battle, but all of a sudden the light faded. He flew through the air, some kind of aura blazing brilliantly as he tore out the White Dragon's heart with his bare hands.

A little later, he came to bear the title 'Dragon God'. But what doe the title 'Dragon God' really mean?
"To be recognized by each and every Dragon as the Almighty." - Road of the Dragon God, an article on the legend.

[User]
Nacht was unaware of the disagreements the others were having about his words and actions, and even if he did he wouldn't have cared. After he had finished making his piece, the Night's Emperor received an important missive from a player in the Black Cowls.

The rest of the message contained the list of traitors and their associated guilds. Frankly, he wasn't surprised. It wasn't as if many of them would reach the upper echelons of his organization. Nevertheless, it was bad if more and more turned up. Even the smallest of ants could cause a nuisance.

Nacht decided he would come up with a solution later. Just as he exited from the message, Datze had teleported the group into another area. Leave it to that man to do as he wished. It further irked him when he took command, but he acquiesced since he was the one leading the quest. Any other time would have been a different matter entirely.

As the Dragon God explained the plan, Nacht changed his outfit with a flick of his hand. No longer was he wearing his magnificent armor and cape, it was replaced with simple leathers that made him look more like a sellsword. However, his face still remained obscured. Though he was not wearing his iconic helm, he had replaced it with a bandana covering the lower half of his face. To the others that never had seen him in such clothing before would be surprised to learn of his young appearance, sharp gold eyes, and black hair.

"Datze, I'm a little disappointed in you. I can do far more than order NPCs around," he said amusedly. "Bonum, what is your plan? Please don't tell me you're simply going to ask people to aid you out of the goodness of their hearts?"

[Assistant]
"Oooh, that sounds really interesting," Hime clapped excitedly. "Hey Gray, we get to be on same team, fun huh?" she said to him, smiling brightly. She then turned to Datze and joked, "You just can't stay away from me, can you?"

She was glad that she could be useful in the quest. She was all excited to go, but quickly she realized that she didn't know where the guy that apparently had the journal was, and waited for Datze to take the lead. She waved goodbye to the rest of the group, as they separated to complete their tasks.

[User]
Bonum rubbed his head at Datze remark. It was hard to tell when Nacht was being serious or not, being such an avid roleplayer as he was. But he didn't have too long to be embarrassed by it before they were teleported off to Dural. Bonum visited the city often helping out with a few requests, he enjoyed the city even if it was as generic as they came. When told to equip something less conspicuous, he quickly searched his inventory and changed his white paladin outfit for a low-level dark grey one. Then he was told who his partner is and turned to Nacht.

"Well Nacht, there's only so much we can do incognito. But you should know as well as anybody how far a little charisma can go. But in case asking simply doesn't work, you and I have money, and I have a few items that might be useful with haggling with a few knowledgeable people. But if you have a better plan, then I am certainly all ears." He told him with a shrug. "I will suggest we check in the library and the marketplace for info before any other though. That's where knowledge and rumors usually reside."

[Assistant]
Nacht pondered over Bonum's suggestion—the White Knight knew better than to think he can order him after all. His idea had merit and would make for a good start on their task. Nacht glanced at his surroundings, filing away the minute details of this particular starting city. Dural Cairn was not spectacular by any means. He had conquered several cities that were the jewel of their neighbors. This city was nothing. However, it was nothing with a purpose. It served as a starting ground for many beginners.

Generic, Bonum's suggestion was too generic, thought Nacht. It was a good start and, normally, even his best agents would have started with the same kind of idea. However, anyone can think it. Beginners plagued the marketplace and library of any city. The Monster Café was meant to be hidden, away from the prying eyes of adventurers. Putting the information in those two areas only risked having idiotic newbies find the place and charge in the café to cause a ruckus.

Underneath his bandana, Nacht smirked. Turning to Bonum, he announced, "Your idea holds merit, but it's too obvious. We're in a beginner city. Those two places are where beginners go all too often. Why risk an information leak there? We need to head to the underworld. We need to talk to the lowest of the low, the scummiest of the scum, if we want our information."

[User] Grayliks returned a smile to Hime, waving to her and then looking to everyone else as they were separating and planning on how to go about their tasks. he turned back around to Datze and said "Hey, Datze, if you've really got nothing for me to do, why don't i go track down Food-Kun. I know you don't really have anything for him to do either but it would be good to have us all together on this quest" he shrugged "and who knows, maybe me and him will come up with an idea"

[Assistant]
Kosuke was a little conflicted. The rest of them didn't look really ready to go, but that was probably fine... He walked over towards Mom-Hime as she started to leave, and turned around to offer some last advice.

"Alright, Grayliks, I'd prefer it if you taged along with those two to make sure they don't get in trouble but you can do whatever you want." By 'those two' he of course meant Bonum and Nacht. "And Erezin, when Katherine gets here, make sure to fill her in."

He quickly jogged to catch up with Momo_Hime.

"Our destination's the Bard College down in Dural." He said, "It shouldn't take too long to get there."


[System]
Age: 15

Codename: Samson

Powers: Hair Manipulation - Sammy has complete control over his hair. He can move it like a limb, being able to wrap it into shapes or pick up things with it. His hair is super strong and could pickup a full sized adult and throw them or block a punch or weak swing of a bat, but can not block things like blades or a bullet. Sammy can rapidly grow hair to get a longer reach but he only does it to a certain limit as he has to cut after using it to get it back to its original length. He also can change his hair to any colour or shade possible, this takes about a minute on average to do, but can take longer when he has more hair. Currently he has most control over the hair on his head but is practising with other hair such as facial or arm.

Appearance: Sammy is a tanned individual who stands a bit tall for his age at 5'10". His build is average for his height as he gets a decent amount of exercise. He has eyes that are a deep brown but are hidden behind his hair. Speaking of his hair it's dark brown, almost black, and goes just past his shoulders. Other than that the most noticeable feature is his face where you can see his Native American heritage.

When it comes to clothes Sammy wears a variety. He wears the common darker colours associated with Metal, but will also wear bright pop culture related shirts and sweaters. But other than pop logos, Sammy doesn't care about brand name. He can be seen wearing regularly cheap sneakers and well worn hoodies and doesn't care.

Costume: The most notable thing about Sammy's costume is the skull mask. Not meant to frighten, but as a nod to Sammy's love of Metal. The bottom layer of his clothes are grey jogging attire. This is then covered in black pads on his legs, knees, and elbows as well as a combat vest of the same colour. He also wears gloves and boots of a similar black. Also while not apart of his costume, he usually turns his hair white while on patrol.

School clubs or achievements: Decent grades, a member of the school's anime and comic clubs, member of a Metal band with fellow students.

Brief bio: Samuel Crichton was born in Chicago to a Seth, a corporate training designer, and Riley, a Sunday school teacher. When Sammy was young his Father wasn't around much as his job meant he had to travel around the country training newcomers to his company. So Sammy was left with his Mother who made sure he had a good Christian upbringing. This was undermined by his Grandfather, also named Samuel, who was Native American and told Sammy about other religions and said he should make up his own mind. So Sammy expanded his horizons, getting into comics and anime, and eventually Heavy Metal. His newfound love of Metal led him to start taking guitar lessons. Shortly after this Sammy's father got a promotion meaning he wouldn't have to travel. The catch? His new job was in Central City. So the Crichton's packed up and moved to the new city. Less than a year later Sammy started high school and found others with the same interest. Eventually Sammy joined a Metal band made up of students, Sammy being the youngest. Sammy loved being in the band but felt inferior to the other guitarist who was quite a bit more skilled than Sammy. So Sammy figured he had to get some better training. As such he jumped at the opportunity when he heard former Central City local, now underground Metal legend, Richard Ashton was going to be at a party at a local warehouse. He never did meet Richard at the party, but instead now learnt that he could control his already long hair, and could even make it longer. After he was approached by Apollo, Sammy remembered the tale of Samson whose power came from his hair. Seemed like an appropriate name for him.

[User]
The last week has been quite a rollercoaster. Caroline was always a busybody anyway but there was no amount of experience that could have prepared her for what had happened to her. Recalling where this all started it was innocent enough. A large amount of the student body had been invited to a party on Friday night. It wasn't one that she or any other of the council had arranged. But it was close enough an she had told her parents that she was going to a party that the students were holding. Her parents being out often she had been able to get a license at 16. Driving herself the location seemed somewhat odd, but without knowing who arranged it it may just be a place that was easy to get.

At face value the party was actually well put together. In between dancing and talking with people, much to the contrary of how she was often perceived, she asked around trying to find out who put this together. not really getting anywhere with the search the power went out. Perhaps they tripped a breaker or something with all the equipment. Whatever the problem it was fixed in short order and people picked up where they left off. At least until the gas started to get around the room. Some left while others stuck around until the authorities came to break up the party. It wasn't until later that she heard the excuse, something about structural problems. Knowing what she does now it sounded like a diversion. Digression aside while the mass of high school students were getting herded out things went to hell. Students started mutating, some attacked the others there. The shock of the scene was scared out of the teen when one of the things looked at her. Done with the situation Caroline ran to her car and was gone before talking with anyone.

That could have been the end of it. Brushed under the rug and pretend like it never happened. Fate was not so merciful for the blond was, like many there, exposed to the strange mutagenic gas. By the next morning she passed up going out for breakfast with her folks, feeling under the weather. While they were away Caroline stumbled about trying to her to her phone. Something was very wrong with her but she never made it before feeling like she was being pulled apart. Blurred vision threw her off and when her head cleared she glanced around and saw herself. An attempt to push the double away produced a bright light that the other blocked with a shadow barrier when she winced expecting harm.

Being in two places at once was confusing to be sure. Those first moments they reacted very much the same, practically mirroring each other. It didn't take long for some individuality to set in though. Not wanting to freak anyone else out they decided to keep one of them hidden for now, taking turns being Caroline. For the sake of their sanity they selected Carolyn as the other's name. When school came around one went to do the usual routine while the other stayed at home. That evening they found that their experiences were shared. This revelation was actually quite significant as it meant the mountain of work that needed to be done could be wiped out twice as fast.

Of course they couldn't hide from her parents forever. Odd to think of one's self as a "they." Mom and dad helped a lot when officers showed up to ask questions, keeping her secret. Despite the bizarre circumstances they were surprisingly accepting of the fact that they now had twins. How they managed to deal with that the girls could only chalk up to love. Even though her life had been turned upside down as the week went on the two seemed to find a decent system. How long the ruse could be kept up was hard to say and when they received a text they thought the gig was up already. Now they needed to find out who this Apollo person was and what they knew. Texting back "I'll be there." Carolyn contacted her double to get there early before they got out of class. Staying out of sight Caroline made it to the closet in advance and waited for Apollo.

[Assistant]
*Beep-boop, Beeb-poop, Beb-epoop B-beep-oop, boop-Beep...*
He had fallen asleep to the monitors out of sync. He had always thought his parents beat in time, but apparently dual-coma resting systolic says otherwise. He had barely managed to pull their beds together using an air hose, something weak enough to snap, and slept under their beds after eating the dinners waiting for them if they woke up.
*Beep-boop, Beeb-poop, Beb-epoop B-beep-oop, boop-Beep...*
Sleep was the wrong word, meditation, he couldn't risk tossing and turning in his sleep. Not after what he did to the RV, sheet metal was like cardboard in his hands now, he could jump over cars like they were toys and survive a fall from at least a warehouse roof but he still felt heat and cold and pain. He couldn't run fast cause of his leg strength, only jump like an animal.
*Beep-boop, Beeb-poop, Beb-epoop B-beep-oop, boop-Beep...*
He used the jumping to keep away from the cops who keep looking for him, probably to lock him up in an foster home. He spent nights between his parents room and the RV, it was paid up for the rest of the month but he took everything of value and locked it up in a bus locker or two so he could pawn it off a bit at a time. One guy tried mugging him for the money, they went through a brick-wall.
*Beep-boop, Beeb-poop, Beb-epoop B-beep-oop, boop-Beep...vvt-vvt-vvt*
His phone went off on vibrate and he was thankful that it was damn indestructible for him to handle it. It could call, chirp and text, that was it, but that was all it had to do to get a message:
For our lives now, for everyone we know and love, its us versus them.I don't know who exactly is the 'them' of that line, but we have something deeper here.That explosion, the party itself, there's no coincidence here. We were set up from the start to be exposed to whatever that stuff was. They've been at it for some time now, slowly picking up some of the other people who were there that night. Some willingly joining them, most probably not though. They're the others too, the ones who mutated their minds are gone, twisted into some kind of monster beyond all human form. Or using their powers for greed, or just plain chaos. I made sure you're the only person I want seeing this message, its encrypted, and will be completely wiped from existence as soon as I find out you read it. They might think of you as a menace now, some kind of threat, but I know you have it in you to do something about all this, the right thing to do. As for who I am? Just call me Apollo for now. Trust me, I might be the only 'friend' you have anymore. As soon as I hear back from you, meet me at the janitor's closet in the west hall after school at the place you go to during the day. Once you're there, we can get this show on the road.
Crappy phone made it all one message, it took some time to separate it all apart using a chopstick to navigate the phone. Looking at the phones clock, he could make it soon enough. Throwing on a ski jacket that hid his features, he made his way to the school in time for the final bell.

[User]
Sammy gripped the scissors tightly. He was having a hard time dealing with his hair. It wasn't only super long, but now seemed to have super durability since the incident. Sammy was getting frustrated so he threw down the scissors. His powers were out of control. His hair would grow super fast on its own. It would change its colour at random. And it would move around like an appendage, picking up anything, which it was doing right now Sammy noticed. His hair had wrapped around the scissors, gently swinging them around. Sammy grabbed the scissors from his hair and sighed. Not much he could do now, besides cut his wild hair. As he resumed cutting, his phone buzzed. He put down the scissors and picked up his phone. It was a message from a his buddy, Johnny.

Dude I heard stuff about that party. Weird stuff. If you want to talk about it I'll be at the rec centre after school.

Johnny was a cool guy but Sammy wasn't sure he could confide in him about the aforementioned weird stuff such as his newfound superpower of super unruly hair. So Sammy set down the phone. But before he could get back to cutting his hair his phone buzzed again. This time a message from a private number.

For our lives now, for everyone we know and love, its us versus them.

I don't know who exactly is the 'them' of that line, but we have something deeper here.

That explosion, the party itself, there's no coincidence here. We were set up from the start to be exposed to whatever that stuff was.

They've been at it for some time now, slowly picking up some of the other people who were there that night. Some willingly joining them, most probably not though.

They're the others too, the ones who mutated their minds are gone, twisted into some kind of monster beyond all human form. Or using their powers for greed, or just plain chaos.

I made sure you're the only person I want seeing this message, its encrypted, and will be completely wiped from existence as soon as I find out you read it. They might think of you as a menace now, some kind of threat, but I know you have it in you to do something about all this, the right thing to do. As for who I am? Just call me Apollo for now. Trust me, I might be the only 'friend' you have anymore.

As soon as I hear back from you, meet me at the janitor's closet in the west hall after school. Once you're there, we can get this show on the road.

Sammy was freaked out. This Apollo knew who he was, his number, and his newfound secret. He could expose it. Sammy knew his mother would freak out and think he was demon possessed or something if she found out. But Sammy knew he should play along to find out Apollo's intent. And maybe, just maybe, he would have answers. Either way Sammy would need to head back to school, his lunch break was almost over now but Sammy could make it in time, his house was a five minute walk from the school.

Sammy quickly finished trimming his hair as well as could be done with little time, figuring he could hide the rest in a hood. He then stared at the mirror. His hair was coloured green and white currently. Figuring now was a good time as any to try and practise with his power, Sammy began to focus. After twenty seconds of focusing hard he began to see his hair change back to his natural dark brown. Once it had changed completely he left the washroom. As he went down the stairs Sammy saw his mother watching some daytime TV. He hoped she wouldn't turn and notice his slightly longer hair. But luckily for him whatever she was watching had engrossed her. Sammy quietly made his way down to the main floor and then to the door. He quickly said goodbye to his mom, who responded quickly, clearly not wanting to miss her show. As he got onto his house's front steps, Sammy remembered to reply to Johnny.

Sorry man, I've got plans for after school. Maybe we can hang at the mall or somewhere tomorrow?

As he was texting the phone was taken out of his hands by his hair. Sammy sighed again. Hopefully this Apollo guy knew how to control these powers.


[System]
Age: 13
Hometown: Blackthorn City
Appearance (pic preferred):
Starter: Mudkip
Bio: Liam dreamed of being a pokemon trainer like his father was once upon a time. He has a fondness for dragons. He dreamed of what the Dragon's Den would look like and hopes to one day be able to visit it. Liam traveled tough Kanto with Shiaranui. The two faced off in the final round of the tournament. When Liam was a baby, he had a babysitter, a Chansey named Florence. (She has evolved since Liam left on his journey.) A slip on a wet floor in the Pewter City Museum revealed that his hair is only dyed black. It was revealed in Blackthorn City, that he is the son of a Nurse Joy. He was as a random trainer called him when he was 5, "The shiny Pokémon of humans." Liam also explained that he uses a special dye, that has Bluk Berries as a key ingredient.
 Liam participated in and won the first ever Dragon Cup in Blackthorn City, having teleported home for it with his shiny Alakazam, Sherlock. He has also mastered the Battle Chateau in Kalos.

Requested Legend(s): Rayquaza, Latios, Jirachi, Deoxys
and his rival:

Name: Trevor Walton
Age: 13
Hometown: Vermilion City
Appearance (pic preferred):
Starter: -
Bio: Trevor disliked Liam, he disliked Liam solely due to the fact that he felt inadequate, believing Liam is coincided by his looks and talent in training. During the trip though Kanto, Trevor more or less followed the path of Blue in the original games. Recently, Trevor has warmed up some to Liam and Shiranui. He still may not particularly like them, but he respects them as strong Pokemon Trainers.

[User] "She's about to show it to you," answered Shiranui, "Suffice to say it only faces in a certain direction and it can only evolve in certain locations."

[Assistant]
Tower over mankey suddenly was a huge stone entity. It gazed at the mankey that looked so insignificant to it and raised a crude arm before throwing it's shoulder into a tackled. The mankey grabbed the shoulder but was still thrown a distance back. Keeping it careful he used his detect on the nosepass as it carefully studied the mankey and it's trainer. Khuda seemed extremely well in sync. It was almost like they had a telekinetic communication, as neither spoke a word, but they both knew just what the other wanted. The mankey dashed forward, his detect working to escape a rock tomb, but at he hit with a tackle then a series of comet punches, they didn't seem to do as much damage as he expected. Something was off. Khuda knew what was wrong. He had worn himself out so much that the feiry rage that kept him fighting was starting to flare out. A pokemon could only fight so hard before it got fatigued, and her mankey was reaching that point. She didn't know what to do. This was her only chance, and without another pokemon she was doomed. Sighing, her confidence left her completely. She watched him finish the combo with a low kick that just wasn't enough to tip the Goliath rock. He was smacked back to her with a tackle and she sprayed a potion on his wounds. The mankey looked to her and nodded, only to watch the nosepass. It seemed to be getting stronger. That was when roxanne butted in. "Just as I thought. With you mankey as exhausted as it is, harden just sealed the deal. I supposed there's no hope for you now" She said before khuda clenched her fist and shouted in anger.
"Shut up! We'll show you! We don't need nothing but grit and fighting spirit! Right mankey"
The mankey let out a bellow, before charging in. Roxanne sighed and ordered a rock throw, but was surprised to see another detect in place. Nothing more than the sound of the patter of mankey's feet and their strikes hitting or landing on the ground. Bouncing around, dodging, jumping and majestically moving, mankey struck as many times and as hard as he could in every opening he could see before jumping away just in time to miss a devastating hit. He was slowing however, and his strikes seemed in vain. He was too tired for more comet punches, and his scratches and low kicks seemed to do almost nothing. Finally, he grew tired and jumped back. As soon as he did, he was hit with another rock tomb. Khuda knew he was done for. He couldn't take a blow like that, especially after taking all of his energy out in that last breath. Roxanne giggled a bit.
"I knew that'd do the trick, and what's more...I think it was much more powerful than my last"
Khuda's eyes suddenly lit up. She knew what was about to happen.
"I guess...you don't know the power of true fight spirit!" She shouted just as her mankey burst out of it's imprisonment. It's eyes lit with red, every exaggerated movement it took had a fading after image from the color of red in his eyes. It glared at the nosepass, who gave an expression of true terror. Roxannae had to take a double take. How could he still be up? Khuda knew what had happened. Mankey was unconscious, her hit had been enough to defeat her pokemon. It was running on nothing more than hatred and desire incarnated into a new sentience. He was nothing more than a beast now, a true berserker. She knew nothing she said would matter at this point. On all fours it dashed as fast as the mankey was capable, hitting the nose pass with a tackle. It didn't do much, but the nosepass budged a bit. Roxanne had suddenly kept her cool.
"Heh, looks like you forgot about my harden. Nosepass is practically impenetrable by now" She said with false confidence. Khuda smirked.
"Just wait and see! I'll show you the power of a true pokemon trainer! Enkidu! Pour your heart and soul into it!" She cheered as she watched her pokemon real both hands back and begin a series of comet punches as hard as he could. Again they struck, creating a series of blurs, leaving small cracks after a while. The Nosepass let out a bellow before khuda put her hands at her side, knowing what was to come. The finisher. Throwing an uppercut into the air in excitement she let her mankey finish, just like they had practiced.
"Low kick!"
Roxanne's eyes opened in awe. She watched the savage beast before her, foam around it's mouth, eyes like the devil himself, grab the nosepass and pull him into a kick at his stubby legs. The rock-type fell to the ground, fainted. She brought it back to it's pokeball, only to see mankey fall over as well. Roxanne looked down.
"I'm sorry, but if you have no pokemon to continue, technically I am not allowed to give you this badge. Please, tell me you have another, any, It would be a shame to see such a display go to waste. Khuda looked to her companions.
"My ralts! Do you have it?"

[User] "Liam?" Shiranui asked, knowing Ralts was under Liam's care the last time he saw it.

[Assistant] "I put its ball in the pocket in the very front of your bag." Liam said. "You sort of rushed off before I could give it back to you. I barely had time to put it there."

[User]
Frantically shuffling through her bag, final she found it and put it high in the air. Tossing it to the ground, the tiny rants stood up, as it was clearly asleep before hand. Standing up it looked around. Khuda hugged it tight and it fell asleep in her arms. Returning it to her pokeball, kinda gladly accepted the badge with a "thank you" before picking up her man key with some trouble and walking towards the exit with him on her shoulder.
"Come back and see me sometime! I'm sure you'll be some Pokémon master by then!" Said Roxanne before khuda left. She was blushing and so much excitement filled her than she danced a tiny bit after she left.

[Assistant] "Well, once Joy gets your Pokémon healed, we have a ferry to take everyone to Dewford." Liam said.

[User] "How does it feel to win your very first badge?" asked Shiranui to Khuda.

[Assistant]
After lugging the big oaf of a Pokémon to the nurse, she carried it off on a stretcher to be healed. She wished she had put him in a pokeball at that point. As he was taken off, kinda turned to the two boys and smiled happily.
"It feels amazing! I hope you guys don't mind if I tag along with you? I want to catch one of those geodudes! They look so cool!"

[User] "I don't mind if you join us," replied Shiranui, "As for Geodude, I believe Dewford Island has a cave where you could find one."

[Assistant] "I have no problem." Liam said. "Well once all of us, Pokémon included are ready to go, we can move on."

[User] Kinda looked over to see her mankey beside her and hugged it tight, something cracked when it hugged back. She then looked to the door and began to move. "Here we go! I can't wait to get that geodude!"

[Assistant] "That's the spirit!" Shiranui praised. He knew Khuda's Mankey would be tough to face once it evolved.

[User] With a bold swagger, khuda walked out the door and into the street. She was eager to get to a new area.

[Assistant] "And now it's back through the woods and over the sea before we get to Dewford Town," stated Shiranui, "Khuda, I suggest you get your Ralts trained up as the next gym leader, Brawly, uses Fighting-type Pokémon."

[User] "Oh, you think my mankey can't take them all out too, huh? Well, I suppose I do want my little ralts to be strong too...he looks so weak, I sort of wish I got something stronger" she said, staring at her pokeball before sighing and storing it at her waist. "Well, maybe I can teach it some cool moves like I did with mankey"

[Assistant] Lance enjoyed the battle at hand. Khuda's mankey was strong and would be a good opponent in the future. Lance had his eyes set on his set on his second gym badge. "I wanna hurry and get the dewford" he said to his friends.

[User] "Slow down, Lance," replied Shiranui, "Patience can carve a long and virtuous path." He turned to Khuda and stated, "Ralts can sense your feelings and mirror them."

[Assistant] "So...so I need to use my emotions to train him?" She suddenly held her head, trying to use some sort of psychokinetic power. Finally, she gave up with a gasp. "This is so confusing! How do people use these physic pokemon? They're so confusing"

[User] Lance sighs "Your right" lance said to Shiranui. He turned to Khuda "Just believe in your pokemon" Lance said with a thumbs out. "See" Lance called out his ralts, Zhonya. Zhonya came out of his pokeball and looked at lance with a smile, you could see the bond between them.

[Assistant] "I have an idea." Liam said. He fished out a stack or hand-made cards that were bound together with a rubber band. "I made the Zenner(sp) Cards to help my Ralts learn to tune its psychic powers."

[User]
Khuda looked in awe before calling her own ralts out. She hadn't seen it smile but she knew that it could do it. She wanted to see how much of a bind she had compared to lance's. Went it was out, the ralts was upside down, but feel just as it was completely free. Sluggishly standing up, the Pokémon wobbled and but before falling to its butt. Khuda tried to believe in it, but all she got was a feeling a regret. Still, she scooped it up and put it 9n her shoulder. Maybe if she treated it like mankey, it'd be strong.
"Yeah...so cool"

[Assistant] "I haven't had my ralts for long but zhonya acknowledged my good intentions and that I believed it her" Lance said rubbing Zhonyas head. "Me and Zhonya are gonna become strong along with the Pokemon I have and the ones I will catch along the way" Lance said giving Zhonya a thumbs up.

[User] "Well, they did help my Ralts greatly on mastering his psychic powers." Liam explained. "He's now a Gallade." Liam wondered if he and Shiranui called in Gallade and Titania respectively if they could help show these two Ralts some tips. Liam returned the Zenner Cards to his bag and said that either trainer could borrow them if they wanted.

[Assistant] "If you need help with Ralts, Khuda, I have the perfect mentor," Shiranui offered, "Also, once Ralts develops its telepathic abilities, you'll be hearing its voice in your mind."

[User] "W-what? That's...that's sort of creepy" she said turning to her rants which was snoozing on her shoulder. How could this thing possibly be able to do something like that? It looked sort of like a mushroom, and basically acted like one. The mentor thing brought her hope and she turned to shiranui with a face to express her pleading. She took his hands into hers. "Please! This thing is so confusing already!"

[Assistant] "Psychic Pokémon can be very powerful if trained well." Liam commented.

[User] "I will be honoured to help a trainer in need," Shiranui consented, "Titania, come on out!" He opened a Poké Ball and a Gardevoir wearing a pendant containing a Gardevoirite materialised in front of Khuda. "Khuda, this is the mentor I told you about. Her name is Titania and she's a Gardevoir—one of Ralts' fully evolved forms." Titania read Khuda's emotions and kept her telepathic voice silent. She instead bowed in greeting.

[Assistant] Liam had done a swap while at the Pokémon Center and pulled out a Luxury Ball. His Gallade emerged. "This is Gallade, Ralts' other fully evolved form." Liam's Gallade also had its stone needed for Mega Evolution.


[System]
Raynor Blake

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Character Summary
Aliases: Ray, Rune
Age: 23
Home Planet: Nar Shadda
Species: Human
Gender: Male
Class: Jedi Guardian
Languages: Galactic Basic, Droidspeak

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Appearance
Height: 5'9"
Weight: 170 pounds
Build: Athletic
Eye Color: Brown
Skin Tone: Tan
Brief Description: Raynor looks like a standard human - curly dark brown hair, dark brown eyes that a slight shadow to them, and all the standard limbs/appendages. He's lean but muscular, more of a sprinter than a boxer in terms of build. Most people wouldn't expect it, but he cares a lot about fashion. He tends to wear things that are a little more stylish and show off his figure than a typical Jedi.

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Psychology
Protective * Secretive * Brave * Selfish * Intelligent * Introverted

Personality: Raynor is a bit of a cryptic individual. Whether it's through what he calls his Charm or just his personality, he never is completely straight with someone. He could convince a Hutt to forgo a debt without breaking a sweat. Yet while some might think he's charismatic because of this, he's much more of a dry humor sort of person. He doesn't make a fuss if he can help it and tends to work in the background.

Now, he's also incredibly brave and protective. He'll go out of his way to protect what he believes his worth saving - whether that's his own interests or those of another person. This ambition and resiliency can come off as selfishness on occasion, which isn't entirely wrong. Raynor cares deeply about the Republic, and feels a grave sense of responsibility for the galaxy and the people within it... but these days, that is motivated mostly by a desire to create a better world for his wife and kid.

Sexuality: Pansexual
Relationship Status: Married (secretly)
Alignment: Chaotic Good
Fears:
* Losing his wife and child
* Exposure of his secret marriage to the Jedi Council
* The fall of the Republic

Likes:
* Fashion
* Stargazing
* Animals
* Practical Jokes
* Sunsets
* Snow

Dislikes:
* Personal Questions
* Hot, Desert Climates
* Separatists
* Politicians
* Rations
* Pazaak

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Cards On The Table
Skills:
* Computer Use: 0
* Demolitions: [Class] 2
* Stealth: 0
* Awareness: [Class] 3
* Persuade*: [Class] 3
* Repair: 0
* Security: 0
* Treat Injury: [Class] 3

Feats:
* Jedi Sense
* Jedi Defense
* Force Jump
* Power Attack
* Dueling
* Toughness
* Close Combat

Powers:
* Force Push
* Stun Droid
* Throw Lightsaber
* Battle Precognition

Lightsaber Forms:
* The Perseverance Form, also called Shien or Form V, is an aggressive form that does not sacrifice protection from blaster fire. It is most effective when facing blaster-wielding opponents or when outnumbered and least effective against a single foe.
* The Aggression Form, also known as Ataru or Form IV, is best against a single opponent and is especially weak against blaster fire.

Medical Issues/Injuries: Any long term medical problems or past medical problems need to be listed here. Put N/A if your character doesn't really have any.
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Possessions: Limited to the spots provided. This is generally the list of items that you own, just list your characters possessions. These are the basics that you have on you 24/7. These characters are moving a lot so you won't be able to keep much on you. The more you have, the greater the chance that it'll end up getting lost...If it isn't listed, you don't have it.
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History
Destiny: 1 paragraph. Consult with the GM. The character may not achieve their destiny, but as destiny is a force in Star Wars, so shall it be in the game. Is your character destined to do something unspeakable?

Background: 3 paragraphs. How did they get to where they are today?

Republic Record:

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Extras
Character Quote: Something they say a lot or live by
Theme Song: What would be playing if they walked up in a movie?
Anything Else:

*By submitting this CS in its completion I am stating I have read all the rules for this Rp and am agreeing to follow them to the fullest with respect and courtesy. I acknowledge that I can and will be removed from the RP without warning if I break a rule or cause problems with my fellow Rpers or the GM.

[User]
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MZ-33, Protocol Droid
29 pts (Light-Side)

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Emzie started to lead. They followed the map that they had of the factory. A small light indicated to them where they needed to go -the power source of the factory.

The rest of the way was clear. They had met quite a bit of resistance, but Emzie still felt it might not be appropriate. There was of course the strange droid with the lightsaber. The lightsaber that Emzie now carried. They had never carried one for more than a moment in all of their 'life'.

Emzie stopped in front of a door painted red with several numbers painted in black.

"Through this door will be the power source of the factory. The mission is to destroy that. The space battle currently happening above this planet would end faster without the swarm of droids that were being made and being shipped right out into the fight.

[Assistant]
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Raynor Blake, Jedi Knight
21 pts (Light-Side)

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 Breathe. In. Out. In. Out.

 It was taking all of Raynor's focus to not just focus on the bloody wound in his side. He had to use the Force, reach out with his senses, determine if the way ahead was clear. The battle raging above the planet's surface depended on them. It didn't matter if they lived or died, all that mattered was if they could destroy the power core of this factory. In the shape he was in, Raynor didn't know if he'd be able to escape the factory in time if he destroyed the core, resulting in a violent explosion. "Do you know how to disable the core, Emzie?" Raynor asked, even though each word physically hurt to form.

 He reached ahead with his senses, trying to determine if he detected any lifeforms up ahead. He didn't feel any. There could be droids though. That was one of the pesky things about the clankers - they were slippery when it came to the Force. He could throw them around with the Force all day, but feeling their souls, their presence? It was almost impossible for him. He knew other Jedi were better at it, but he wasn't. Especially not now.

 He took another breath, bracing himself, before flinging the door open with the Force. His muscles were tensed, ready for a fight, and...

 The room was empty of droids.

 "Emzie, I don't like this..." he muttered warily. "It should be guarded, right?"

[User]
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MZ-33, Protocol Droid
29 pts (Light-Side)

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Emzie looked around the room. They were tempted to fire a shot and see if it would bring out potential enemies. This was called 'scarring out the rats'. They did not though. Instead, they turned to face Raynor.

"You are correct. This place should be guarded. There is a chance all the guards left and were caught by the original mission. We should continue. Can you place the charges? Or give me instructions on how to do it myself." The question seemed to be checking on Raynor's health, without asking directly. It was clear Emzie was distressed about Raynor's health but was too focused on the mission.

[Assistant]
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Raynor Blake, Jedi Knight
21 pts (Light-Side)

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 "Right, the charges," Raynor muttered. He should have known that. He hated that he hadn't known that. The wear and tear on his body and mind was beginning to show. He turned, seeing that Emzie had the charges on them. Raynor knew more or less how they functioned - they were standard issue, the sort used on all jobs like these. But a relatively new design for the Grand Army of the Republic - an older droid might not know how they worked. "I can do it," Raynor assured Emzie, reaching out with a shaking hand and grabbing the bag of charges.

 He started towards the core, only to stumble and fall to the ground, the bag of charges spilling out around him. Then, the last line of defense of this droid factory showed itself. It came up from the ground, a horrific and noxious gas. Raynor's vision immediately began to blur. He cursed under his breath. Some Jedi were able to hold their breath for extended periods of time, calling on the Force... but he had already called on the Force so much. And the gas started to sting. Emzie would register that this gas was a chemical warfare weapon used by the Separatists to take out organic matter, whereas droids and whatnot would remain unharmed.

 "Place... the... charges..." Raynor choked out, before he lost consciousness.

[User]
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MZ-33, Protocol Droid
29 pts (Light-Side)

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If Emzie was capable of blinking they would be. Staring at the no unconscious body of Raynor. Quickly they went over priorities in their mind. A decision was made. Emzie dragged Raynor out of the room and back into the hallway, checking for more droids. Emzie knew the basics of first aid. This was not a scrape. But they figured fresh air would be good.

They also had no idea how to set the charges. Raynor could not. They could not. But they had the spare lightsaber that Raynor had removed from the not-a-droid-droid. Fine. Brute force it would be. Emzie returned to the room. Turned on the lightsaber and started dragging it through the machines.

It was not easy. The parts that Emzie figured would be the best to destroy the system was hard to reach. She had no desire to throw the weapon. The weapon was also hard to manipulate. Some of the machines stopped working. But Emzie assessed the situation and knew it would not be enough. And Raynor needed to be returned to the Bacta tank. The mission. Was it already too late?

There had to be something to stop the factory. A self-destruct. But it wouldn't be here, which meant they would have to find it. Get to it. And survive the whole thing. They picked up the bag of spilled charges and placed it back in their storage compartment, where they also placed the now turned-off lightsaber.

Emzie left the room pulling up the map. Picked up Raynor again and started following a new path.

[Assistant]
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Raynor Blake, Jedi Knight
21 pts (Light-Side)

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 Raynor remained unconscious, unaware of the looming threats surrounding them. In his dream space, he saw something terrible. It was himself, violently disfigured, clinging to life on a distant moon. His Jedi robes were in tatters, his lightsaber gone, and his eyes... they were filled with pure hatred. Raynor watched like a distant observer, unable to do anything, as this version of himself clung to life through the power of the dark side. It was gathering around him more and more with each passing moment, swirling darkness that threatened to devour him and everything it touched...

 "No, no, no..." Raynor murmured in his sleep. "Not...me..."

 As Emzie moved along their new path, they would find more signs of the destruction wrought earlier. One hallway was littered with the bodies of Republic soldiers and droids alike, making it almost impossible to navigate. At the end of the hallway, two bodies in particular would stand out. One was the body of Jedi Master Sevrina Mozh - a Bothan woman. And the other was the body of Commander Firtick, CT-4827.

 Commander Firtick was still breathing.

[User]
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MZ-33, Protocol Droid
29 pts (Light-Side)

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Emzie mourned the loss of another Jedi. They paused at the breathing body of one of the clones. Someone was alive. Emzie gently placed Ryanor on the ground again and moved to Commander Firtick's side. They checked and found a few wounds, and one on his head explaining why he was unconscious. It took a bit of work but Emzie was able to bring the Commander to consciousness.

"Be gentle Commander, but I need your assistance. Commander Raynor has lost consciousness due to some gas. We are unable to complete the original mission. The secondary option of the self-destruct is the best option we have." What had already been almost a suicide attack was now likely to be the only option. But the Republic needed them.

Commander Firtick seemed to be concussed but at least he could stand. They must hurry. Emzie lifted Raynor back up and continued following the path. Expecting Firtick to follow.

[Assistant]
Commander Firtick
28 pts (Light-Side)

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 Commander Firtick was not unaccustomed to loss. Nor were they unfamiliar with the idea that they might die on any of these missions. To lay down their life for the good of the Republic was a high honor; but to continue to serve her would be an even greater one. Their head was pounding and they reached up, feeling the site of the wound tenderly. They felt dried blood crunching underneath their fingers - one of the clankers must've gotten them good, but not good enough. They were still in this fight. "Sorry, what's your designation?" Firtick asked the droid.

 "My memory's a bit hazy, you'll have to forgive me," Firtick apologized. It must've been the head wound. They could remember bits and flashes - the droids coming upon them seemingly out of nowhere, the General going down... but the specifics, such as how they had gotten there, and what the backup plan needed them to do exactly were escaping them at the moment. "But the self destruct option... We won't all get clear. Take me to the designated point, and then I want you to clear out with Commander Blake. And that's an order, trooper."


[System]
Nickname(Optional): Pfft, no.
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Physical Appearance: Of Average build with short dark hair, Neil isn't exactly the most unique specimen. He is fit but not noticeably so. He isn't big at all, but he is also not small. He has a face girls can find cute, but not exactly dreamy. Tanned skin and a ruddy complexion from all of the machine's he's worked on, coupled with the calluses on his hands gives him an experienced look despite the very youthful appearance he has. All in all, other than the twinkling of his eyes and the trademark grin, he is essentially average. He has dark eyes and very dark brown hair, enough to be considered black under most light. He's about 5'10 and 165 pounds.
Clothing: He often wears baggy pants, mostly military cargo. He likes to wear single colored T-Shirts. Usually he wears red.
Personality: Oh, now that is a question. To say Neil is eccentric is...well, that hits the nail on the head. Very good with hand-eye coordination, competent combatant, good engineer, and a daring pilot. But prone to sarcasm, snide remarks, unorthodox behavior, and just good old fashioned explosions. He's a born jokester, though behind his charming yet insufferable demeanor belies a certain intelligence, and to those he enjoys, he does tend to have a big heart.

[User]
Neil tilted his body slightly to the side as the coffee cup flew past him to hit the wall. He didn't blame Cheng for blowing up for a moment. The man had been far too calm earlier. Neil had expected an outburst at some point. Thankfully he calmed immediately however, and they received the details.

"It could just be a routine kidnapping. Pretty women are unfortunately taken sometimes..." Neil said, slipping his hands into his pockets as he voiced that uncomfortable fact. Cheng composed himself well enough, but they could see that he was obviously doing his best to appear cool and collected. "Do you have any enemies we should know about, Mr. Cheng?" Neil asked him, gazing upwards at the man. The executive raised his hands as high as his shoulders in defeat.

"I do have some unsatisfied investors...people who owe me money. Those in the mining business that..." He stopped, blinking as he considered an intrusive thought. "I don't think that these people would do this, but there was a business partner I had to cut ties with recently. Kramer Mining and Productions, one of the burgeoning businesses out here that specialize in mining asteroid minerals, though they sometimes go planet side. I just... they're reputable from what my sources tell me. Seems unlikely it's them."

"Well it's a start," Neil said to Sayeeda, giving Taya a wink. "What about the investors? Any of them on the station?"

"All of them are." He said glumly. "If you go to the eastern wing of the Commons, you'll find a Center for Shareholders. We partner up and, recently my bank has been having problems with who we invest with. Pirates attack cargo ships, and we lose capital. But how would that be my fault?" He seemed utterly helpless at the moment, as if asking some higher power. Neil honestly felt for the man, in general.

"Don't worry sir, we'll figure this out for you as best we can." The Pilot declared, clicking his teeth together. "Where's Kramer located?"

"I...about a million kilometers off station on a smaller satellite station."

"By the way, can we have our money back?"

[Assistant]
"Oh..." Cheng looked a little embarrassed at the question.

"Of course, I cannot actually seize your money merely aquire the account and require you to sign some paperwork before you access it," he explained, clearly more comfortable to be in an area where he did apparently have some expertise. Sayeeda, far more comfortable on a battlefield than at a garden party could understand completely. Cheng produced a data pad and passed it to Junebug. She squirted a copy of it to Lonney who declared it to be free from legal trickery and in common usage on the station before digitally signing.

"We will need any information you have on your wife's disappearance," Sayeeda declared once the paperwork was done. Cheng smiled wanly.

"Everything I have is on the disc your pilot stole captain," he said, "If you need anything further, anything at all you have only to call." Nodding her acceptance Sayeeda stood, a little chagrined by the hope on the mans face.

"We will do what we can sir," she said in a professionally neutral tone.

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"It has to be this Kramer crew," Taya declared. The girl looked a good deal more human now that Junebug had forced her to drink several liters of water and accept a rehydration pack. By the way the girl kept looking at her and blushing and giggling, the aristocrat remembered more of the previous night than Junebug did.

"Why what have you found?" Junebug asked, looking up from her own fruitless attempts to go through Cheng's many investors.

"Nothing," Taya declared. THey were all sitting around the Highlander's consoles, linked into the local data net and with Lonney's sorting power it was the best place on the station to be. Plus the monitors could be set dim enough not to wake Sayeeda's nascent headache. The moment dragged out before Junebug rose to the bait.

"Nothing?" she asked, turning her chair to face Taya. It wasn't a particularly helpful gesture as the girl had her display set to mono directional so that only someone directly infront could read it.

"Nothing," Taya confirmed, "Name and a reistrey number but no client list, no sales pitch, no stock holder reports."

"Could they just be fairly low key?" Sayeeda asked skeptically.

"Maybe but I ran the profile of every other similar company that operates of this station and it flagged abnormal. Even the little mother and cub operations are screaming their virtues from the asteroid top." Leading troops gave you an ability to judge when a people were confident about something, and when a specialist was confident in her specialty area, it paid to listen.

"Sounds like a lead," Junebug said, eager to be up and away from the data crunching that had filled the last several hours.

"One more thing," Taya said and touched a button to turn her display to omni directional. A holo of Nia Cheng flashed into existence, rotating slowly.

"This has been doctored," Taya declared, clearly proud of the deduction.

"Doctored, you mean like altered with image processors?" Junebug asked. That was strange. SHe cast a glance at Neil.

"Any ideas?"

[User]
Neil's face was firmly shoved in his hand, absently listening to the ladies as they spoke to one another. He hadn't looked at the image, but he didn't know who would doctor the holo of Nia. Cheng obviously wouldn't, because it was in his best interest to find her. So who else would have tampered with the image? And why? Cheng would obviously remember what she looked like, or perhaps the fact it was altered was just to show her in a different state than she was in?

"All I could think of is the Node higher ups and their security forces." Neil said aloud, yawning and placing his hands on the table. "If this Kramer Company had the backing of them, they could doctor the image and ghost out of the system too...which means this is a bit more dangerous and complicated than we thought a kidnapping mission would be." His voice trailed off and he lightly bit his tongue, eyes downcast as he considered.

"Well, we could try hacking into some of the security cameras." Taya offered, her face full of energetic mischief at the thought, drawing a somewhat surprised gaze from the Captain and Pilot. Neil had forgotten she was technical savvy in ways he wasn't, and that she was trouble maker enough to go past her overly controlling father and escape Fornax unscathed. He supposed they had been in so many dangerous situations recently that he mostly thought of her as a frightened young woman, but...

"They would show us what really happened, and if the upper Node is not trustworthy, asking them wouldn't be very unbiased."

"Every second we're not out there looking is also another second she might be further from the system, or closer to being trafficked off into some harem." Neil reminded her.

"Which means we better get to it." She replied quickly.

The pilot turned to the Captain. "Want to split up?" He asked, referring to he and Lonney flying out to check on the Kramer station while the two women checked the cameras. Of course if the Captain thought it was unwise, he wouldn't be mad.

[Assistant]
Junebug considered the proposition for a moment turning the problem over in her mind.

"No," she said after a long moment of reflection. According to the reports the shipyard engineers had provided her the Highlander wouldn't be fully space worthy for another few days. In fact, several of them had reacted with a kind of fascinated horror to the fact that the ship had been in hard vacumn, let alone the RIP only a few days ago.

"Taya you are best suited to chasing down the footage and the data streams, and the Highlander shouldn't lift till the repairs are finished." As if summoned by the words the sound of a power tool slicing into metal reverberated through the hull. Neil cast a gaze out the viewport clearly wishing he could be there to oversee the work.

"Cheng gave us an expense account so hit the shops and...." the girls eyes lit up to an unreasonable degree... "Get what equipment you think will be useful. Don't go to crazy because Cheng's geneorisity isn't unlimited despreate though he might be if we bankrupt him it wont do us any favors." Taya nodded her agreement clearly happy to remain behind at the saftey of a console.

"And what will we be doing?" Neil asked skeptically. A slow smile spread across Junebugs face.

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"For the record, this is a galaxy class piece of shit," Neil said, repeating the theme of the last few minutes as he looked up at the small mining barge Junebug had chartered after a quick call to Cheng. The thing looked like an ugly tick compared to the Highlander's majestic greyhound as it squatted in the small docking bay. Its panels were covered with rust and coolant stained the paper thing hull plating in a hundred different places. It was basically a twenty meter long metallic box, with the vast bulk of the thing being given over to six massive thrusters arranged in a rectangular bank,and a pair of large gripping pincers. The ship, techincally it was a tug, was designed for the task of accelerating small asteroids along fixed trajectories for recovery. Hundreds like it were at work in the asteroid belt even now.

"Let the record show," Junebug replied as she stepped under the nose of the thing to pull at an unyielding ladder. Painted across the left side of the nose cone, in peeling glory was an improbably busty woman astride an asteroid with the name Hakim's Whore written underneath it in barely legible Imperial. Unwilling to trust the ships atmosphere system Junebug was in her airsuit with her breastplate and helmet fastened awkwardly atop it. Custom fit airsuits might not be a bad thing to spring for after this job was done because even the generic suit she was wearing was tight in places and too loose in others. A mass of equipment was carried in her duffel bag, more than she should realy need, but, she might as well admit it, she had really wished for her gear back on the unnamed jungleworld when things had dropped in the fire.

"There are plenty like her Neil," she explained, and then smiled impishly.

"Besides I'm sure a hotshot pilot can get us aboard this Kramer Station no problems right?"

[User]
"Well," Neil sighed, running a hand through his hair and placing his hands on his hips as the bay door opened. "She runs hard and jiggles when you hit the thrusters. But that pretty much describes the substitute university instructor I lost my virginity to. I think I can handle it." Within a minute they were inside the cramped ship, dark and nearly too short to walk through. Multiple levers of unknown purpose jutted out of the wall at random intervals. There were only four seats at the helm, and each were sunken into the floor to allow a normal sized human a full area to sit.

He placed his hands on the steering levers, and noted even those had a ragged, sandpaper-like quality to them, bits of leather peeling off from frequent use. He'd driven enough stolen vehicles to know if he lifted his hands up he'd see dark smears on his palms. "If she blows up halfway there, just remember this wasn't my idea." He quipped, though he was just trying to lighten the mood. He wouldn't have gotten in it if it didn't look safe enough. Granted, safe enough for me is hazardous for most.

He saw her raised eyebrow and he returned a smile.

"We got luck on our side. The babe on the side reminds me of Zalli..." He said affectionately, and pulling the 3rd lever to the left, the junker began to jiggle and shake, before wafts of smoke suddenly billowed outwards from an unseen porthole. Yanking the rudder and keel thrusters, it slowly began to lift upwards as Neil entered the exiting codes. "By the way, do you remember anything that happened last night? Felt like I was hit by a Kerminian BulGor," he said, referring to those legendary horned animals that could send small tanks flying from their charges.

Soon the rectangular mining junker was out in open space, moving at its fastest pace, which was still about a thousand kilometers per hour slower than the Highlander's cruising sublight speed.


[System]
Age: 24

Sex: Female

Race: Human

Appearance: A tall, slender girl, Backlash's dirty, waist-length red hair crowns a pale, unhealthy face adorned by cold gray eyes. She wears a woven green shirt, gray or brown trousers, and farmer's boots, while a blue, hooded raincoat shield hers from the elements. If not the raincoat and scarf, then some other elements of heavy clothing; she seldom seems to care about the warmth. She wears a black bow in the collar of her shirt. There is a slight hump to her back, though since she doesn't stoop it isn't immediately apparent.

Occupation: Farmer

Skills: Plowing, seeding, harvesting, watering, agility, resourcefulness, fortitude, intuition

Powers: No innate supernatural abilities

Inventory: A well-made torch that will seldom go out once lit, and that can spread fire easily. A bag of sunflower seeds to chew on or to give to others. A wide-brimmed, rumpled brown hat to keep the sun off.

History: Belle hails from Northington, a rural, backwoods town fifty miles away from Tanjozo. Eleven years ago, Northington erupted into a violent crisis when a string of sudden, violent deaths among the young people sparked a panicked, frenzied hunt for witchcraft. Even when the killings stopped, the wild hunt raged on, becoming a tool for people to take out their anger, mistrust, and resentment on one another. This included Belle, who framed her sister as a witch using nasty vermin called Bone Worms from the expansive town cemetery. During her sister's public execution, an onslaught of Bone Worms caused a terrifying outbreak, during which Belle came to her senses and risked her life to save her sibling's before fleeing into the wilderness. In doing so, she escaped the catastrophic fire that raged through the village. Eventually, she came to Tanjozo, where she happily enlisted as a ranch hand and lived quietly.

About fifty miles away from Tanjozo lie the remains of Northington, a town lost to time and superstition. Eleven years ago it was in its heyday, and while the rest of the world reveled in the latest technological innovations and modern lifestyles the townsfolk of Northington clung doggedly to the past. They drew water from wells, sustenance from the ground, and strength from their kinship. All was not well in the town, however. The people were united by their indomitable faith, but when a young girl was murdered by her own bones in the streets one autumn evening the cry of witchcraft quickly erupted. Fear for loved ones fanned the flames, and Northington became suffused with the panic that drives ordinary people to violence. Accusations were made, and precious few of them in the name of holy righteousness.

Goodwife Osburn was one of the first accused of witchcraft, and when she refused to testify to her alleged unholy practices, she was put to death. Her firstborn daughter, Laura -and her profitable match to the handsome son of the richest man in town- was the object of envy and hatred to thirteen-year-old Belle, and when accusations started becoming more prevalent (not to mention baseless), she connived to frame her older sister as a witch. Searching about the town cemetery one moonless night, she unearthed a colony of unnatural, repulsive creatures: centipede-like vermin, whose grotesque, alabaster-white bodies bore an incredible similarity to spinal cords.. After confronting her initial misgivings about the crawling wretches, she stuffed some into a sack and planted it among Laura's things. The Osburns' neighbors awoke the next morning to horrific screeching, and when they found Belle writhing within the house, they heard her condemnation. After a brief search they discovered the 'Bone Worms', decided them to be evidence of witchcraft, and seized Laura (despite her protests) before hauling her to the town jail.

As was expected of her, Belle was at the head of the crowd that gathered to witness Laura's public execution: burning at the stake. With her insidious plan about to come to a grisly end, Belle was beside herself with a certain dark triumph. So enthralled was she in the blaze that she did not see the warning signs when the townsfolk brought the skeletal vermin to burn with her; at first, she did not notice when the centipedes squirmed out of the villagers' grasp and wormed their way beneath the skin. Only when some of the people went mad, twisted shapes emerging from their bodies, did Belle truly grasp her mistake. She ran, his pouring tears evidence of her gripping regret, but not before untying and saving her sister. Days later, in the aftermath of the disaster and the catastrophic fire that followed, it became apparent that those who survived had been forever changed.

Belle, meanwhile, fled. She ran until she dropped, slept, and then ran again. Living precariously off of what she could find, she made her way across the land and ultimately stumbled into Tanjozo, famished and exhausted. She was found and cared for by the locals, and after getting better she gladly lived as a ranch hand for the local farmers.

Point of Interest: The Charred Village, formerly known as Northington. Nestled in a deep valley almost narrow enough to be called a canyon, it lies in the middle of a large woodland. On the village's terraces, the disused fields are choked by weeds, and where there previously stood towering houses lie only burned husks shoddily rebuilt, tilting like looming shadows over the cobblestone streets. The ground is ashen and littered with fire-blackened bones; even the air, thanks to both fog and dust, can be stifling. The Charred Village is inhabited still, though its denizens rarely leave their homes and never leave the town. Though it trades with other settlements, it does so indirectly, and is not at all friendly to strangers. Its people are gaunt, dead-eyed, secretive, and aggressive to outsiders. Rumors abound about what evil acts may be going on in the hellish Charred Village, not the least disturbing of which are strange, bony growths sprouting out of some of the buildings.

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@Jerkchicken

Sarah arched a brow as the groggy woman in front of her held her head up, she didn't know she was asleep or she wouldn't have bothered her. But a table was really no place to sleep in the first place. She frowned slightly as she answered the waiter, it was obvious she had little to no money. It was soon made apparent why from what she understood of what was said to her. Despite being an Elf she spoke all of none of Elvish seeing as she was raised by a human and not by Elves. She nodded slowly, "I'm Sarah, local smith, nice to meet you." She told her, smiling warmly.

She wondered what it was like, being part of a clan, formerly or not. She knew almost nothing of Elven culture, what she did know from when she was a kid long forgotten. "You're from a clan, huh? That's neat." She told her, genuinely intrigued at the idea. "I don't..speak Elvish either. Kinda lived here all my life, long story." She added nervously.

"You know, if you need a placd to stay I have room at my place?" She offered. The waiter soon came by with water for Nila and job information. With the waiter back she decided to take this opportunity to order something to eat before heading back for the crafts show, turning to him she spoke "If you have it, can I get a baked potato and a glass of ale?" She then turned to Nila, "What about you? Surely you're hungry after such a long trip?" She asked her.

[Assistant]
Cia was smiling and talking to a customer when she saw a herd heading straight for her vegtable stand. "No-No! You are not ruining my vegtables!" Cia yelled at the cows, he fists clenched and before anyone could say something she had taken off her cloths. She knew what was going to happen if she transformed with her cloths on. They would get ruined. Once her cloths were on the ground and just before the cows reached her she got on all fours transforming into her bear form fully. She was huge much larger than any normal bear.

Cia let out a roar making the cows come to a stop scared. However they didn't seem to run, Cia was an intimidating presence, atleast she was intimidating enough to command respect from the cows who just started to walk back to their pen as Cia herded them back. Once all was done she headed back to her cart and transformed back to human before putting her cloths back on. "I really don't like having to do that in public you know." Cia said looking back at the kid who was in charge of the animals. "Just be more careful in the future alright?" Cia added trying not to get angry at the kid.

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A look of surprise came appeared on Nila's face. At first she'd assumed Sarah to belong to a clan but to hear she was a native...it was interesting to say the least. Nila's eyes lit up once she realized this was perfect for her. Not only was Sarah familiar with the town she'd also be able to help her find what she was looking for, plus it wouldn't hurt to see a familiar face around town. "Are you sure? I wouldn't want to be a bother?", she replied to Sarah's offer. It was bad enough that she was offering her a place to stay but on top of that Sarah was not offering her a meal as well. As grateful as she was, Nila hated having to rely on others for help. Growing up with the clan she was always the strong lone wolf yet she enjoyed the company of others all the same.

"Ma ser-", Nila stopped herself, remembering Sarah knew no elvish. "Thank you, Sarah. I'm in your debt", she said before turning to the waiter, "I'll have the same". Nila glanced back at her bow, wondering if it was possible at this hour. The waiter had said that the Sentinels were taking recruits. Nila could only guess the Sentinels were the protectors of this village, perhaps they'd find use for an archer or a scout. There was another option, though it might be more work than its worth. Nila did have skills in leathermaking, she could start up a small business but she'd need to get set up with the proper tools and such. However, all that could wait till tomorrow, tonight was meant for getting to know what she'd call home.

[Assistant] Sarah smiled, "No bother at all, I have plenty of room at my place. Having a guest for a while might not be such a bad thing either." She replied. "You're welcome, in exchange, you can teach me Elvish. Always wanted to learn it, though, there aren't very many books on it around here." She replied on the topic of her being in debt to her. She didn't want to make her have to pay her back or anything, something as simple as that would do nicely, besides it would be interesting having another Elf around town. "Do you have any particular questions you'd like to ask about Tanjozo?" She asked her, "I'll of course show you around town tomorrow too if you want." She added. She wondered absent mindedly if the cow situation was taken care of, then decided it wouldn't matter seeing as she was currently involved in talking to Nila. She'd just sell her wares some other time, who knows some wealthy guy might show up and want her to encrust his sword or something.

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For Belle, the slow morning only dragged on. The clouds lofted away, her feet grew clammy, and in a final bid to break up the monotony she took a detour to Tanjozo's main well to get water before making her way back to the farm. The memory of her peaceful moment in the cool, fragrant ditch by the road passed away into nothing, and she worked slowly but with a steady vigor at her tasks in the fields of her employer. Alongside her toiled landowner Levi Richmond himself, his characteristic white bandana soaking up the sweat that trickled between his silver-brown hair. His son Emile, who by now cheerfully called Belle 'sis' though no familial bond linked them, labored also. With careful precision, the three fertilized the fields with compost, making sure that the nutrients lay buried and accessible to their growing crops in the weeks to come. When noon rolled around, the trio retired, lamenting that they'd chosen to work past the opportune time but secure in the fact that fewer chores awaited them in the afternoon. Belle, of course, remained quiet, but among these people she sported a certain ease found in her nowhere else. Even if she merely worked for these people, they treated her like family. Sometimes, it took a great deal of willpower to suppress a contented smile.

Compared to the tiring toil of the morning, the afternoon's tasks proved to be a vastly different sort. The wife of the family, Hilde, and her brother, who always asked that Belle call him 'Uncle Angus', shared a trade: weaving. Whether cloth or plant fibers, they could create all manner of useful material, from children's dolls to sturdy wicker baskets so tight that water couldn't escape them. When the time came, Belle, Emile, Hilde, and Uncle Angus gathered all that the two weavers made for the last few weeks and set off down the road to where the craft fair would take place.

The group arrived just before the official start time, and hurried to set up the 'stall'. They worked together to lay out a trio of brightly-patterned blankets on the grass, set up a stool, and array the wares all over the blankets. Without a word necessary, Belle seated herself on the shopkeeper's stool, a tiny basket slung around her shoulders ready to receive money. A while ago, the Richmond family discovered Belle's strangely effective affinity for managing a shop: her odd appearance and mannerisms would attract the wandering eye, and any who came near enough would her her tranquil but weirdly intense insistence, "Buy something." Though not quite to the level of threatening, this common request came out rather compelling. One would not be faulted for thinking Belle to be some mystic, whose dolls, quilts, mats, jars, and baskets held some elusive, special attribute. After the others left to explore the craft fair, which Belle exhibited no interest in, sales occurred with a pleasing regularity. That is, until the cows arrived.

When her dull eyes beheld the stampeding cattle, her lips parted with an irritated sigh. Her silent but accusing disgust at the situation did not seem quite enough to enable her to take action, but fortunately another attendee of the craft show decided to do so instead. Belle looked on, perplexed, as Cia stripped in front of the entire assembly before suddenly and messily transforming into a massive, monstrous bear. Belle continued to watch, mouth slightly agape in surprise but her eyes in their usual near-shut position, giving her the appearance of lazy shock. When the excitement subsided and Cia turned back, apparently ignoring all of the eyes on her as she put her clothes back on, Belle lost interest. "More like freak show," she muttered, and set her eyes on a little girl nearby. "Hey. Buy something." The girl approached and bent down over a sheep doll, one with real wool stitched to the cloth core.


[System]
Project Proteus File: Subject PBV-2424
Gender: Male

Age: 27

 Date of Birth
March 4th, 1993

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Background
Appearance

PBV-2424's muzzle is to be kept on at all times. The exaggerated size and sharpness of his teeth and his lack of lips sufficient to cover them have a disturbing psychological effect on other patients. His muzzle is designed to cover this feature to prevent disturbance.

Because of this oral deformity that 2424 either can't or won't use his abilities to fix, 2424 is unable to speak intelligibly.

As of 6/12/11, PBV-2424 is allowed the use of one (1) slate board and free access to chalk for communication so long as he retains good behavior.

Background Information
PBV-2424 was collected on 11/23/09 out of CPS custody due to problematic behavior. Records indicate 2424 was ejected from his home 3 years prior to collection and lived as a homeless child for one full year before entering CPS custody. After two years of repeated escape attempts and violent behavior, PBV-2424 was sent to Sheltering Home Residential Treatment Center, a Daedalus front company. 2424 is officially listed as deceased of a drug overdose on public records. For reasons of his past violent tendencies, despite his conditioning it is advised that all staff remain alert in the presence of PBV-2424 and ready to report uncharacteristic behavior as a containment breach.

Personality
Thanks to his conditioning, 2424 is extremely docile and avoids confrontation unless given his combat command word or is provided with live prey and commanded to hunt. 2424 has shown a preference for the company of female subjects and young subjects, and seems to protect them from more erratic test subject behaviors. Whether this is born out of a stunted physical attraction or some degree of noble intention is unknown.
[NOTE: After Incident 2424-03, all staff are urged not to interfere with 2424's writing implement. We are lucky it was not a staff member who was killed, and that the test subject was a failure. Let this be a reminder of what 2424 is capable of, and to always exercise caution in his presence.]

 Procedure
PBV experimentation began on 12/23/10 after preliminary testing showed him to be resistant to many forms of viral infection developed for testing purposes. Administration of PBV was successful, and subject experienced expected mutations. Subject is currently a carrier of the PBV virus but does not spread it to others, and is safe to be removed from quarantine.

After subject was removed from quarantine, Mind-alteration procedures were enacted to ensure subject would remain in a docile state unless commanded to do otherwise. Subject has a deep aversion to violence that is only lifted when the words "Sic 'em" are spoken in an authoritative tone. 2424's rampage can be stopped by saying the word "heel."

Modifications
Subject has gained the ability to drastically alter the form, composition, and density of his biomass, as well as the ability to consume massive quantities of biological material very rapidly. Subject has been recorded to:
-Grow large, blade-like claws capable of cutting through plate steel up to 1 inch thick
-Grow thick, bone-like armor capable of withstanding sustained fire from a .50 calibur machine gun
-Fling 4-foot long spears made of bone at near sonic speeds
-As of Incident 2424-03, subject has been documented to be able to consume a humanoid entirely by [REDACTED].

Subject is extremely dense, weighing approximately 450kg. Because of this, subject cannot swim, and does not have the capacity to alter its lung function to compensate. In the event of a containment breach, lockdown is to be initiated and the area is to be flooded. Subject also shows an aversion to very bright light and loud sounds, indicating that focused beam weaponry and sonic weaponry may be effective in incapacitating 2424 in the event of a breach.

Talents
2424 has some skill with writing poetry, though samples of his work rarely last for very long. 2424 refuses to write poetry on anything other than his tablet and chalk, and often erases his poems shortly after sharing them with other subjects.

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Looking Deeper
Interview Log 2424-18:
Subject interviewed after 6 days of conditioning. Identity of "Dawn" is unknown.

What do you value most? What (or who) are you most afraid to lose?
I am peaceful. The staff make me behave violently. I don't like that. I miss Dawn. They took me away from Dawn. Where is she?

What was your favorite thing to do, before you were taken?
Dawn and I were going to buy a van and move to Colorado. We almost had enough. Where is Dawn?

What do you want?
Where is Dawn?

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NOTE:
The only part of this that matters to his appearance is the mouth. It was the closest representation I could find. This isn't otherwise a reference to his appearance.

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Daedalus Corp. 'Site Corinth', 1000 Hours
@GingerBoi123

Dr. Lanel gave a low whistle, fingers tip-tapping away at his note-taking tablet. What he was seeing wasn't nothing - it wasn't exactly something, but the combat applications of Project Ichor might not be worth throwing away entirely. It was obviously no substitute for Project Ajax, but then, what was? The subject's speed and ferocity were, at the very least, something - it was hard to get that kind of aggression out of a super-soldier without a good deal more mental conditioning, under ordinary circumstances. Of course, he hadn't seen enough to save the project from being flushed just yet - that would depend on what happened next. He tabbed over to the RONIN's control panel and began to type, his words appearing in text across the cyborg's vision. To your right, a panel in the wall has just opened up. It contains a UV flashlight of significant intensity. Attempt to use it to subdue the subject.

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The door opened, and a familiar face greeted her behind it. Pudgy and greying, Dr. Chauncey looked like he belonged in a college classroom, waxing poetic about astrophysics, not in a top-secret lab doing superscience that could affect, as he called it, 'The stuff of reality'. And yet, here he was.

"Iris, my dear! Come in, come in, it's no trouble at all. I've had extra time to get us all set up for the day's experiments. Exciting things are afoot, my dear! With a bit more data, we'll be ready for the Deep Dive." The Deep Dive was what he called the planned excursion into darkspace - 'the whirlpool', as he called it, for the shape of the portal Iris had had a hand in creating. They had made a few forays into darkspace before; that was where the crystals that had saved Iris's life and granted her her abilities had come from, of course - but Chauncey was confident that, with the aid of Iris's unique talents, a portal could be stabilized long enough for a prolonged exploratory mission; one that would, hopefully, help them understand what had happened to her.

He continued talking as the two walked into the lab, droning on about the miraculous achievements they were certain to accomplish together. He took his standard place in front of the monitoring equipment, gesturing for Iris to take hers. "Come along, come along, we have so much to do."

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A few minutes after mealtime, the door slid open, and three figures stepped into the room. The first two were armed guards, with facemasks on and rifles at the ready - a useless gesture, really. If something happened to make them necessary, they wouldn't have been enough. The third was altogether more interesting - an older woman in a smart suit, her grey hair tied up in a bun, a tablet in her hands. "PBV-2424, I have some questions to ask," she said, and that was strange, since she wasn't one of the doctors who usually came to ask him questions - she didn't look like a doctor at all. She motioned for him to sit down, and then continued without a care if he did, "Have you been in contact with anyone, Daedalus personnel or otherwise, in the past three days?"

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The Vault door slammed shut, and there came a hiss of steam as it sealed. The inside was all steel and hot, damp metal, poorly lit like an old factory. Three guards wrestled Emmeline forward, kicking and screaming all the way, into the heavy iron apparatus that dominated the room, and forced her to her knees as the device clamped around her neck, wrists and ankles.

"Fuckers!" she screamed. "I'm not afraid of this anymore! I'm not afraid of anything!"

"I believe you," said a low, dispassionate voice, as the Warden stepped into her field of view. He was a young man, with a close brown crew-cut, pale skin, and dead hazel eyes. "Dear, dear, when will you learn to stay out of trouble?"

"Fuck you," Emmeline replied, holding his gaze with a trembling lip.

"Articulate," he sighed, dismissing the guards with a wave and stepping over to a small medical gurney a few feet away. He produced a syringe, tapping it with a finger. "I assume you know what this is?"

"A coagulant agent, so you don't bleed out," She replied, adopting an exaggerated german accent. "You creepy Nazi fuck."

"That's a new one," he mused in his thorougly regionless American accent. "But yes, I see you're familiar with the process. So familiar, in fact, that I put in a request for more advanced mental conditioning procedures, tried and tested in the Proteus Project. Won't you be a good little dog then? But, unfortunately, the paperwork is not in yet. So, until next time you end up here, we will have to make do with the old ways of behavioral modification. And who knows, maybe if that doesn't work, we'll get some of the little girls upstairs and give them the same, until you learn to behave?"

"Fuck. You."

The Warden chuckled, produced a simple drill-like tool from the gurney, and revved it up.

[Assistant]
The dark-haired girl relaxed when she saw him, illuminating with a gentle glow wholly absent before. In a corporate institute that often felt very strange to her, Doctor Michele Chauncey was her one constant support. While frequently absent-minded, he seemed to be fascinated with the odd crystals that had enabled her to survive the accident that had ended her family's lives and the powers they seemed to have granted her. Still he was mindful of her needs and rarely refused her more reasonable requests without an explanation. Iris - Elaine - knew that he saw her, and for that reason rarely drew him up short when he grew so rapt in his work that he called her by her project name. In truth, she rarely thought of herself as Elaine these days. It was easier to be Iris, here.

Riding into the test chamber on a wave of Dr Chauncey's impassioned rambling, Iris smiled and nodded at the appropriate moments and sat on her usual seat. There she ran her fingers through her hair, parting it at the centre and exposing the ebon crystal where it protruded from the crown of her head. Given the choice she always swept up her air to conceal it from view and the Doctor had helped her with a thin electrum cap that helped to keep her powers from surging uncontrollably outside of a safe environment. At his nod, she removed it and set it aside and felt at once the dark energies seeping into the crystal network running through her body.

"Alright my dear, we're going to start our experiments today with what we looked at on Friday," he began. Chauncey was always very careful to explain to her well in advance what he planned to do, linking it carefully to what they had done before so that she could make the appropriate connections. She noticed with a small mental sigh that he had the cameras set up to record again. That meant this was a demonstration for Doctor Chauncey's bosses. She had to be on her best behaviour today to help him justify continuing to help her, he had explained, which meant that this would likely be a full session of testing and that she wouldn't have a chance to ask about the strange tablet in her breakfast. Maybe she could convince him to stay and talk once the testing was done? Wait, what was that? Oh yes, he was finally getting to this session's new business so the girl listened intently

"So today we will begin with this apple," he pointed. "Open a portal, as thin as you can, reach through and take it in your hand. Hold it there while I perform some measurements, but be sure to tell me if it begins to hurt. Do you understand, Iris?"

"Yes Doctor," she nodded and her grey eyes unfocused. Doctor Chauncey had a theory about darkspace, that it grew progressively more dangerous the deeper through it the portal's pathway went. To that end he had been trying to help her visualise a pathway limited to the theoretically safer higher frequencies and it was this that she did now; clutching at the dark energies as they flowed from her chakra to the faceted chips embedded in her fingertips. Then she reached into the stitches that underpinned the lab - sending his instruments screaming - and tore open a gossamer-edged ring of nothing as well as its twin above the good Doctor's fruit bowl.

Stretching out an arm, she reached through the black before her and watched as her hand reappeared ten feet away to grab the firm green apple between the pears without hesitation. She patiently watched as the Doctor measured the lengths of her arm, poked some kind of syringe into the void and waved a glowing scanning device all around her and the fruit. It didn't feel like much of her was exposed to darkspace. That thin band of skin was bitterly cold, but it was going numb. Not sore. That was okay, right?

[User]
The Dog sat down when asked, as it was in his programming to be quietly obedient lest he experience punishment.

He listened to her question and cocked his head to the side. A single finger raised and pointed to the loudspeaker. Then he took his tablet and wrote down, [From the speaker. Every morning. They give me instructions.]

He erased what he had when she seemed to have read it all, and wrote again. [And you, right now. Sometimes the guards say things, but not to me.] He erased and directed his next written statement to a guard.

[Did Rico ever ask that lab tech out?]