[System]
Nicknames: M, Emu
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Nationality: Japanese

Appearance:

Notable Talents/Skills: Emu is a skilled gamer, in more than just the Digimon game. Online he used to play under the moniker of M, the "genius gamer". Beyond his gaming, Emu aspires to become a doctor, and as such has already begun learning medicine.

Card Deck: Emu uses a Deck built around accuracy, precision, and firepower to capitalize on Commandramon's use of Gun- and Cannon-based weaponry through out his forms.

Personality: Emu keeps himself quiet and reserved for the most part, as if intentionally detaching himself from bonding with others. It's a common trait of some surgeons, using that kind of persona to allow them to make the right calls without letting personal investments color their judgement. But that's more of a front than anything, Emu is actually much more kindhearted than he lets himself appear to be. His kinder sides can only be glimpsed when something fires him up, stokes his passion or just outright makes him angry enough to show that side of himself.

Background: Makoto Houjou has been accustomed to fending for himself for as long as he can remember. Both his parents had to work two jobs each just to afford their home, and with no siblings that meant Makoto often turned to toys and games to keep him company. He spent many a Saturday morning watching the first Digimon anime on TV while playing with his Cards and Agumon action figure. Even before D-Connect popularized professional gaming, Makoto was already making a name for himself by topping the charts in several online games of varying genres. When the D-Scanners were released, it became yet another game for Makoto to excel at - having already become well known on the internet as Genius Gamer M. People in real life who knew his online identity started calling him "Emu", a sort of exaggerated annunciation of the letter "M" in reference to his online persona, and the nickname stuck.

Despite such a promising career as a professional gamer, something happened three years ago. The genius gamer seemed to disappear from the internet. M no longer appeared to be logging into any of the gaming networks, most notably that of the Digimon game. In truth, there was an accident - one that severely injured Emu. It was an act of heroism in all honesty, Emu shoved a small kid out of the way of a speeding vehicle only to be hit himself. Emu owed his survival to a kind but brilliant surgeon named Hongo. Dr. Hongo's knowledge and medical skills saved Emu from what could have been a tragic death, and this made the gamer rethink his life. He resolved to focus on school from then on, and become a Doctor like the man who saved him, so that the life Dr. Hongo saved could repay him by saving other lives. Makoto intended to put M and the gaming world behind him, but decided to re-enter it one last time when he received a certain letter of invitation.

Nickname: None
Species: Commandramon
Appearance:

Gender: Male
Evolutionary Line: Bommon -> Missimon -> Commandramon -> Sealsdramon -> Tankdramon -> Darkdramon
~Attacks~
* M16 Assassin: Fires rifle for a projectile attack.
* DCD Bomb: Throws a small bomb for an explosive grenade attack.

Personality: Commandramon is usually very good at following commands. Not surprising, given his soldier-like appearance and persona. In fact he has a tendency to salute and remain at attention unless told otherwise. He's also a "professional" - in that he prefers going into a battle with a well-thought plan in mind as opposed to "shooting blind" as it were. That's only what he's like in battle though. Outside of combat, Commandramon is easily amazed by human world luxuries, especially the flashing boxes humans call Television.

[User]
As Haruka was familiarizing himself with his new D-Scanner, Zakai had also reached out and taken the D-Scanner that seemed to call out to him. It was a dark, almost midnight purple. He traced his fingers over its design. It didn't seem too different than the ones all the tamers used to play games. But he saw first hand a Digimon emerge and take form from one of these D-Scanners. Which Digimon did he pick? Or, what Digimon picked him?

He wasn't about to wait any longer than he had to. Without hesitation, Zakai held up his D-Scanner and activated it, lost in his own world and paying no attention to the conversation going on around him. His face remained surprisingly neutral as the bright light illuminated from his device, but once pixels started flowing from out the D-Scanner and literally forming a data file right before him, his eyes lit up with a fiery curiosity. Within a few moments, the pixels had shaped a small form with what would appear to be long ears and a tail.

Another moment later, and the frame began to populate with a light purple fur that covered the Digimon's entire body, save for his grey under belly. The Digimon's tail had three small buckles wrapped around the more distal part of his tail. Thick, black claws could be seen on his feet and hands (or four feet, depending on how you look at it). The Digimon continued facing away from Zakai and the others, before a voice suddenly boomed.

"Well it's about time!"

Zakai raised an eyebrow as his jaw dropped slightly. For some reason, hearing a Digimon speak was different than seeing one. Also, that wouldn't have been the first line he expected to hear from a Digimon.

The Digimon turned around now and lowered a pair of stylish sunglasses, revealing his blood red eyes as he looked over all the Digidestined.

"The name is Gazimon, or you can just call me Gaz. Now who's supposed to be my 'partner'? Who thought they were good enough to summon me?"

Scratching the back of his head, Zakai angled his face as Gazimon looked the others up and down. He was clearly standing right in front of him.

"Umm. Well. I don't know about thinking "I'm worth it", but I guess I'm the one who summoned you?"

Gazimon's eyes were now locked onto Makoto, but as Zakai spoke he shifted his gaze. His eyes then gave Zakai a quick once over.

"So you're the Digidestined?" His voice was almost apathetic. Taking a pause, he pushed his sunglasses back up to cover his eyes with one of his claws.

"Well, we'll just have to see how "destined" you are, or rather, what you're actually destined for." Now Gazimon shrugged carelessly, however his head soon snapped violently in one direction as he realized something.

"Oh great, what's he doing here?" Gazimon sneered in Bakumon's direction. "A vaccine Digimon? I mean, figures, of course he'd be on the roster. But what are we doing here next to each other?"

[Assistant]
Whilst every one else brought out their Digimon to meet them for the first time, Makoto instead gave his new D-Scanner a closer inspection. It looked very close to the ones you could find in a store, but it had subtle features that made it stand out a bit more to someone with a sharp enough set of eyes. For one thing, this model of D-Scanner was a bit larger than the store-bought variety. That made sense, holding a live Digimon probably required a larger memory space than the store-bought models could provide. Makoto also noticed a small switch on the side opposite of the Trigger-Scanner. Normal D-Scanners didn't possess such a switch, and close inspection the reason became apparent. It seemed the switch could toggle the trigger between two functions. One setting allowed the user to pull the trigger in order to send out and recall the Digimon within, while the other setting made the trigger activate the scanner system as it would on any normal D-Scanner.

"Hmm..." Makoto aimed the D-Scanner like a pistol with the intention of calling Commandramon out of the device once again, but dropped the device to the floor when he suddenly felt a sharp migraine in his head. It made him cry out, but the pain was as brief as it was sudden. He scooped the device off the floor and looked around, "I'm okay... I think." he said, assuming everyone would be curious about what happened. He looked around at Ms. Chase, Mr. Kuroda, Haruka, Zak, and... and...

"Where'd the girls go?" Makoto asked, noticing that Mirei and Houkoushi were no longer present.

"What girls? The only female here is Ms. Chase, you see." answered Kuroda, thoroughly confused.

"No she isn't. There were two girls who came in with us... right?" Makoto shook his head, feeling less certain about this with every passing second. After another moment's thought, he found he couldn't remember these girls he'd insisted were there with them, "I... guess I was just imagining things. Sorry about that..."

With that awkwardness passed, Makoto finally released Commandramon from the D-Scanner. The soldier-like dragon stood at attention and practically saluted its partner, "Commandramon, reporting for duty! Sir!"

[User]
Haruka was still trying to wrap his head around this. The Bakumon before him looked way too real, but just couldn't be. Waving his hand around the D-Scanner in his hand, he began looking for some sort of hologram projector. With none being found, and no flickering appearing in the image of the Digimon, he waved his hand above it, expecting the projector to be above.
 "Register entity name?" the creature asked in a soft, neutral voice.
 Haruka was stunned, and incredulous, "Ex-... Excuse me?"
 "Potential Partner detected," Bakumon spoke, only now turning its gaze to the boy, "That is you. Please affirm identity to accept partnership."
 "Haruka Nobunaga," he replied, still in disbelief.
 "Welcome Haruka Nobunaga."
 The Digimon's eyes then flashed, and it rotated in the air, its cloudy tail billowing as it did so.
 "Unanalyzed Virus Digimon detected. Offer input."

[Assistant]
Zakai, still in slight disbelief, looked back and forth between Gazimon and Bakumon. What were they going on about? Their types?

"What'd ya say your name is again? Gazimon asked dryly as he stared Bakumon down.

"I didn't. But it's Zakai." Crossing his arms now, Zakai was slowly becoming accustomed to the talking Digimon in front of him.

"Right, well. Virus Digimon don't exactly get along with Vaccine Digimon, you see. So I don't know what kind of team you're putting together, but I'm not so sure this going to work out." Gazimon nodded his head over in Haruka and Bakumon's direction.

Before Zakai could comment, Makoto suddenly cried out and then there was a flash . . . wasn't there?

As quickly as the thought came to him, it was soon replaced with a question. He wasn't sure what had happened, but he felt something and Makoto's question made Zakai whirl his head around in confusion.

There were more people here with them. At least, it felt like there were. He wasn't really paying attention . . . and Kuroda said there was no one else there . . . Kuroda . . .

Gazimon's voice snapped Zakai from his thoughts again.

"Ah, another Virus Digimon! Maybe I wasn't the one who got the wrong invitation."

Zakai looked over at Makoto and his new Digimon, Commandramon, and decided to walk over in their direction. He didn't want to interrupt their introductions, but wanted to see if Makoto was feeling okay.

[User]
"Uh, no need for the military treatment. I'm your partner, not your commanding officer." said Makoto, scratching his head. This at least prompted Commandramon to relax, if only a little bit. Apparently he was programmed with military discipline. Thinking back to the game, Makoto remembered that Commandramon could evolve into forms that specialized in cannons and other forms of high-level firepower. Already ideas for strategies and tactics swam around in the gamer's mind, at least until he remembered that he brought no cards with him. He'd have to obtain some from the company, enough to put together a deck at least.

That was when Commandramon cleared his throat, pointing at someone walking up behind Makoto, "Huh?" he turned around to find one of the other contestants, "Oh, uh... I'm Makoto. Friends call me Emu." he said, having forgotten whether or not he actually introduced himself to the other tamers yet, "That's, well I'm guessing you can tell he's Commandramon."

"Incidentally," Kuroda spoke up with a clearing of his throat, "it may be wise to put the Digimon back in the D-Scanners soon. You see they..." he started to say, but seemed as if he couldn't quite explain it. Thankfully Ms. Chase was there to pick up the slack.

"Even in their physical forms, the Digimon are still made up of data. For this reason, they can't sustain their physical forms for long before it becomes life-threatening to them. Apparently the real world is dangerous for them to stay in for prolonged periods of time. We think that may be one possible origin for the Cyber Beasts: Digimon programs that were somehow brought into the physical world and then stayed for too long, driving them mad." she said all this without even missing a beat or even looking up from her tablet.

"Yes, yes, couldn't have said it better myself!" said Kuroda with a clap of his hands. That was when an employee rushed into the room, looking worried about something, "What is it?" asked Kuroda, seeming a bit more serious for a change.

"We have another sighting. This one's rather close by, only a few blocks away! Police and the Special Assault Team are already en route to form a perimeter." he said, sounding a bit out of breath, probably because he'd run from whatever department he was assigned to to deliver the report.

"Fantastic!" said Kuroda, sounding strangely happy considering the seriousness of the situation, "A perfect chance for us to really put Project Destiny into action. We'll provide you transportation to the hostile site. Once there, the SAT should allow you entry. All the cards we have in print here are at your disposal, as are the upcoming sets we've previewed. Make sure you use them to make a suitable card deck before you go."

That was a relief. The part about the cards, not the Cyber Beast sighting. Truth be told, Makoto was still a bit nervous about this. Still, he was relieved to know he'd be able to construct a new deck for himself before they set out. He'd already come up with an idea for a card load-out, remembering certain cards like Positron Rifle, Rail Gun Shooter, and of course the Giga Blaster and Megamorph cards. He'd be sure to include those in his new deck. Once it was constructed, he pointed the D-Scanner at Commandramon, "Our first mission. Ready?"

The Digimon nodded and gave a short salute before he was drawn back into the D-Scanner.


[System]
Character Gender: Female

Player Name: Alexis Snow

Player Gender: Female

Player Age: 16

Personality: Generally care-free and up-beat and slightly shy, slightly child-like in the way she acts as well. Generally a kind person all around.

Skills: Nanorepair, First Aid, Nanohacking, SMG's.

Stat Focuses:
Nanotech
Intelligence
Dexterity

Character Appearance: She's 5'4, since picture alone cannot explain height.

Player Appearance: Exactly the same as above except she has blue eyes.

Player Bio: Alexis is pretty much a normal kid doing normal kid things, go to school, hang out with friends, etc. She has a love for J-RPGs, RPGs, and the like. Often playing them for hours on end in favor of hanging out at the mall.

When her friends told her about Full Dive gaming she immediately became hooked on playing them, both for the competitiveness of it all and for the sheer amazing fact she could BE the character.

[User]
Alexis Snow

Alexis had been walking to the mission board, excited that she had finally reached level 15 and could finally enter quests and stuff with other players, almost nothing could ruin her good mood. That was, until she was nearly trampled and knocked over by someone that was either clearly more excited than she was or simply didn't care about other players. "Jerk!" She shouted, flipping him off.

Of course, her words met nothing but pixels as the man was transported to an instance. She sighed walking over. She was by no means the most skilled player, but she felt she was still pretty good and wanted a chance to show others.

First thing she had to do was get past the introductory quest. Barely containing her excitement she practically punched the holographic 'Accept' button. She was instantaneously transported to the back of a troop carrier...with the guy that had nearly trampled her.

She glared and crossed her arms "You could watch where you are going, you know?" She spoke. She didn't figure it would be all to hard for people to not run into her, especially with the hues her clothes were. I mean, c'mon, who can't see bright pink shorts?

[Assistant]
Driftl0rd776, more commonly known as 'Jason' sat, staring at the glare from his computer screen as it played loud new wave music and more importantlydisplayed his Full Dive character's stats.

Driftl0rd776
Level 15
Health: ███
Stamina: ███
He loudly crunched cereal as he leaned back on his old and half broken chair. He sighed, at this rate he'd never get all the cool flame embroidered weapons and would be stuck with the stock sniper rifles for all his in-game life. How would people know he was better than them without a decal that didn't really even matter? He scratched his chin, putting his bowl down next to his computer monitor. If he wanted that decal then he'd better start gaming, otherwise he'd have to settle for nought. He picked up the helmet and practically knocked himself out with the force he put it on with.

---

Driftlord leaped out of the bed, holding his slouch hat securely onto his head as he sprinted out of the barracks and to the mission board. He quickly accepted the mission, and was subsequently transported onto what looked to be a troop transporter containing two other people.
"Sup' nerds and/or noobs" He said confidently, his accent coming through as obviously as a jack hammer.
"Any of you guys got any decals yet? I'm really wanting to get the flame decal for my rifle" He said, motioning to said rifle as he did.

[User]
It had been a long day, but Alana wasn't going to let that stop her from enjoying her game. Not too long ago, she received the VR system and became absolutely indulged in this online MMORPG, one that she'd never heard of and could recall being told that it was brand spankin' new. Regardless, it seemed like it had taken an eternity for her to finally reach level 15, which pulled her out of the "newb" category. At least, she thought. What it did mean, she knew, was that she could, at last, join quests and parties with other players.

As she sat at her desk, she cracked her knuckles and began the process of logging onto her account. Then, she reached over and plucked the VR helmet from the far-right side of the table and secured it onto her cranium. It was her day off from work. She was going to enjoy it.

-

When Mewgirl appeared on screen, rising from a virtual bed, it surprised her a little bit. She'd forgotten that this was where the game opened. Immediately, she headed outside of the building and approached the mission board. Of course, there was only one option for her current level. She was filled with enthusiasm and excitement as she selected it and was taken to an area where three other players were waiting with her.

"Hello," she said just as she'd heard the words flame decal for my rifle.

[Assistant]
Alexis Snow

Alexis simply waved and smiled at the two new people, giggling a bit at the Scotsmans accent when he said 'noob'. At-least these people seemed more friendly than the man that had decided Alexis was a new form of sidewalk.

"Hey." She told them smiling, waving excitedly. The team was actually filling up quite quickly, Alexis expected a bit of a wait seeing as how most of the players were either advanced or too new to join.

"Um, no I don't have any decals yet..wish I did..I want that pretty pink one for my P-90." She told the Scotsman, holding up her sleek black P-90 momentarily. "What about you?" She asked Mewgirl.

Strange how she was one of the few people to play the game with a normal human name, especially given it was VR, but eh to each their own, she thought.

[User]
Naomi wasn't feeling up to much today, especially because there were blizzard conditions outside and the thermostat never seemed to be warm enough during the winter. Huddled under three quilts she gave another glance at the papers and notebooks spread around her desk. All the worked seemed to be finished- but she'd planned this "outing" for a week now, and being able to stretch out a pair of perfectly fit virtual legs was worth the consequences she'd get from forgetting a problem or two. She rubbed her hands together eagerly and grabbed the VR helmet, eagerly fitting it onto her head. She logged in and, as she sometimes called it, entered the dream.

--

Lyonesse rose from her digital bed and stood up, wiggling her toes. It had been a spell since she'd started playing, yet the magic hadn't worn off at all. She grinned widely and equipped her armor, feeling a little weighed down but otherwise extremely cheery. Level 15. She'd achieved it, and this was her chance to start the game for real. She bounced from one foot to the other and took a deep breath. Of course, she ran every chance she got while in-game, but it still felt strange when she didn't have time to get used to it.

She sprinted out of the barracks and entered a lobby, wasting no time. There were people waiting there already, and she had a good look at each of them for about a minute, assessing them. Not quite staring. Well, maybe staring a little. Not a bad team. Or so it looked.

"Hello," she said, meaning for her greeting to be louder. It instead came across as something slightly louder than a whisper. A little embarrassed, she hung back. She would get to know her teammates when things got going, she was sure of it.

[Assistant]
Wing looked up and frowned with a weak laugh. "Sorry, just a bit excited. It's been a while since I've done any party quests." He said, addressing the first entry. It was mere seconds before others started piling in. He couldn't help but laugh a little at the scotsman's comment.

"You know they had a level 1 flair quest, right?" He asked, pointing at the bandanna tied to his arm. "You probably could have gotten a decal from that." He laughed. As they were inspecting their guns, he drew a long-sword. The blade was black, made with high carbon steel according to the in game description. Held its edge until the weapon was almost out of health, but the moment it ran out, the blade dropped to no attack at all, breaking into pieces. Still, he liked the little rookie weapon.

He resheathed it, then held out his Panzerfaust. "Heh. You're lucky though. I've got shit all for access at low levels. This thing's low accuracy and only gets one shot per carried unit. Literally one and done." He sighed. "Takes up most of my carrying capacity... If I carry more than one I can't even carry stim packs or aid kits," he sighed.

It was around that time that a fifth player entered the transport. "Hey, come on in!" Wing spoke. "Oh, and I'm WingViper. Real name Vic. Call me Wing though." 'And I swear to God, I'll cut the next person who calls me Vic Viper...' He thought to himself, prudently not speaking the last line.

[User]
"Dammit, those non-Full Dive games distracted me too much..." A man sitting on a comfortable semi-sports bucket seat facing a computer muttered.

He quickly proceeded to close the somewhat primitive game he was playing, booting another application which displayed some kind of stats of "Ars_Magna", indicating they have reached level 15, and some indication of their statuses such as health and stamina. The man seemed to smile a bit before he swiftly reached out for a helmet-alike object, fitting it into his head with speed.

What the man saw next was a ceiling, which wasn't his room's one, but still familiar to him. He knew he was lying on a bed, quickly waking up like if it was his bedroom before making the bed he was in. He then sprinted outside and located a board with a holographical "Mission Board" sign, noticing a small holographic screen appear in front of him. He quickly decided to touch a red row which was nearly on top of the screen, before touching the "Accept" button which appeared on the screen, completely ignoring the "Refuse" button near the button the man touched.

Soon, the man realized he was in an area which seemed like the back of a troop carrier, seeing five people there.

"Hello everyone, sorry that I almost got late." The man apologized.

[Assistant]
Alexis waved at the new arrivals to their little group, which now made their group full. "Hey." She told them. "And no worries, we were just talking to pass the time. I don't think it would've started until the party filled anyway."

"Since we're all gunna be in this mission together, what do you guys specialize in?" She asked, looking from person to person. "I specialize in healing and hacking, kinda fun."

Alexis didn't really know much else to say, she didn't really know these people well enough to carry on a decent conversation.

[User]
"Healing and hacking? They can be really helpful when it comes to enemies who rely on nanomachines to attack enemies. By the way, I specialize in shields. For both protection and offense."

The new person briefly and awkwardly smiled at everyone near him, noticing a surprisingly even ratio of male and woman, counting the new person himself. Suddenly, a stream of somewhat perverted thoughts started flowing into his mind;

"Wait, so each man is to be paired with at least one women? Does that mean romance? My friends might've told me that most players use their actual gender, since being a female character aren't a pleasant experience, since most, if not all of us are used to having a male body and being in a body that we aren't used, doesn't feel good... But whatever, I'll just take this chance and make the ladies hopefully fall for me at least online."

While the thoughts weren't directly spoken and he was attempting to look away from everyone, the new person's eyes and mouth would end up revealing what kind of thought he was having, to observant people.

[Assistant]
Lyonesse smiled a little, feeling a little better now. She reminded herself that she was not the same person here as she was in the real world. These people didn't know her other identity... her real self. The short, brick-shaped sheepish physics major confined to a wheelchair. She looked to Alexis, happy to have a question to answer and a conversation to participate in, even if her involvement in it was minimal.

She waited politely and quietly for the user "Ars_Magna" to respond. Shields. Useful. He'd be an asset. She hoped. She felt a spark of nerves and forced herself not to show them: after all, she was someone else now.

"I suppose I'm a sharpshooter," she answered her tentatively. "More into bows and arrows than guns and all, but I can fire three at once. I think. ...I've never actually tried that trick yet, but we'll see soon, yeah?"

[User]
Viper laughed a little. "Nothing any good for actual battle at low level, that's for sure," he said, regarding the question of specializations. "I guess technically I'm a tank," he laughed. "I doubt anyone here has as much HP or Stamina as I do. I can take damage like nobody's business... I also have some real heavy artillery," he explained.

He then looked to Magna and couldn't help but smirk. He'd seen that look before. "So, how many kids do we have in the party?" He asked. "Need to know how much I'll need to curb my language.

After a while, it seemed nobody else was coming. "Well, I guess we'll be it." he explained. "So, if you're ready, We can all set ready status."

[Assistant]
Alexis all but slapped Magna for the obvious thoughts he was thinking judging by his facial and hand expressions. The obvious look of disgust was there, but she didn't slap him, yet.

Sighing she spoke "Ready when you guys are." She was truly excited, her first mission with real people. She hoped se wouldn't mess up, but she most likely would find a way.


[System]
Age: 19, nearly 20

Magic:
Molding Magic, Ice. She has the ability to create a variety of objects out of ice to be used offensively or defensively. Outside of combat, the user can also change his surroundings using ice, such as covering the ground with ice. She uses a variety of stationary (inanimate) objects, and moving objects such as animals, yet she can not used the complete collection of both. Often times she uses a combination of both, creating things like "Ice Make: Bear shield".

Attacks
Ice make: Bear Shield:A large bear forms, creating a shield in front of Sasha, moving depending on where the attacks come from

Ice Make: Butterfly Cage Multiple butterflies form, to intersect and create a cage.

Ice Make: Bird Bombers:
-multiple birds form, and fall downwards onto an attacker

Ice Make: Floor:
The floor is covered n a thin layer of ice

Ice Make:Tiger impact
A tiger forms like a hammer, and smashes against an attacker, using both body, claws and teeth

Ice Make:Hawk Arrow
A hawk forms, and acts like an arrow, aiming towards the target.

Dragon Slide
A dragon forms and creates an avalanche of boulders down onto a target

Ice queen
Ice Armor forms over Sasha, increasing her magical power and giving her added benefits in battle.

Magic Level:
A

History:
Born from a line of Ice Fishing merchants, Sasha was set to become a merchant herself, until when she was 8, her parents, brother and her fell into the water. She managed to get out, but her family died. Left alone, she was forgotten, and just struggled to survive. It soon became clear to her that she could do things others could not, and she soon figured out, and learned, magic after she was found by an old, white haired man. The man knew magic, similar to what she could do, and she learned from him,hiding her ability outside of him.

When he passed away, she went traveling, coming to Fiore, where she came across the guild, joining in an attempt to finding a place to belong.

Personality:Sasha is kind and caring She is loyal, determined, strong and brave. She will do anything for those she cares about. She can easily laugh and smile, and is desperate to make friends and fit in.

Team Members:
Lazarus

Three Strengths:
1. Enhanced durability to injury and cold weather
2.passionate in things she believes in
3. very creative

Three Weaknesses:
1.Speaks her mind
2. she'll never admit to this, but she can't read very well
3. Short stature

Greatest Love:
Drawing

Motivation: Wishes to become something, to be valued by others. Basically, she wants a family.

Appearance:

[User] Angelo quickly followed Wes to find gentsia wondering where the old hermit went until they found the old mans hut or mansion whatever it was it was freaking huge! "okay how is that hermit lifestyle if its a mansion?!" Angelo exclaimed surprised at the sudden appearance of the place but as the hermit started to explain it started to make more sense how he would build such a place and he looked at Wes confused on what he went inside to see until he saw the baby Vulcans Angelo smiled at them almost looking cute as babies glad their could be a peaceful resolution since the old man could make them a little home to stay in at least until he heard that their was really 20 Vulcans that would show up to get their babies back "oh just great. theirs also the tiniest bit of a chance we might end up with peace if he builds a house while we had already beaten down 3 of their friends" Angelo groaned softly thinking that it might be vain effort considering the circumstances but Angelo nodded to Wes that regardless they had to defend the place "my lightning bolts are better put to use in high places" Angelo said as he started climbing the side of the hermits hut mansion and stood at the top in a fighting position so he could use his lightning bolts to keep the Vulcans back at least for a little while until the old man was done making the home for the babies

[Assistant]
Sasha smiled when Mayt agreed to continue on. Sasha would have continued by herself, but it was nice to have back up, and she felt relief. Sasha didn't doubt her abilities, but it was still reassuring. The doctor replied "you shouldn't get sick, so long as you don't have a long stay in the city, but I shall meet you here again later if you do not wish to enter the city." She sighed "I have tried everything to create a cure, it's a miracle that I haven't got sick myself. If I had known that stevia was the herb, you can be sure I would have had a good stock of it" the doctors voice got a cold tone to it. It seemed she didn't like being critised.

Sasha sighed "well, we will get moving, if you point us in the right direction?" The doctor glanced to Sasha and nodded, "you can go around the city, and through the mountains that way" the do yet said, pointing out the way, and Sasha said "thank you" she smiled, "we will try as fast as we can to find the herb, so you can make the cure"

"Please get as much as you can"

Sasha nodded, looking to Mayt as figidited and took her hand, and she nodded, "right then" she said, shifting her satchel, she began to walk, but stopped to take the plant book out and her sketch pad. She quickly drew a sketch of the herb, ripped out the page, and put the books and sketch pad away, holding the herb sketch in her free hand, before starting off again "be on the lookout for ninjas"

[User]
Mayt smiles and chuckles. "I can only imagine how much we'd get paid if we fixed that problem. Not just us, I mean like, go back to the guild at a later time and get more people, we could make a killing." He chuckles at the bad pun, and winks at Sasha. "But as for now, yeah, keep an eye out for the murder guild." He lets out a long sigh, letting go of Sasha's hand when she made to draw the plant. That was a good idea, instead of just having to go by look or flip through the book for every foot-high shrub they came across. That would get tedious fast, and very very boring. "And keep away from main paths." He added as an afterthought, motioning that they should go ahead and go off path here."

"Actually, how likely do you think this herb will actually cure the townspeople? And I still don't git why there isn't some gardener or herbalist somewhere in the city who grows a bunch of rare plants. My old town did that. Weather they were useful medically, pretty, or food. Mostly pretty. Flowers and such, you know?" He smiles, and looks up at the sky, trying to determine the time. And he was beginning to wish already that he hadn't eaten all of his sandwich, but he pushed that thought out of his mind and began looking around for ninjas and plants. Keeping a hand on his weapon at all times.

[Assistant]
Sasha sighed and shrugged, taking her half eaten sandwich out her satchel "here" she said first of all, "eat. You used a lot of energy, at least this will give you some back or at least push away the tiredness for a bit" she handed it to him, thinking for a minute "I imagine the Doctor didn't know about the ninja guild, and has been more concerned with her sick. They probably just found out about the guild, and perhaps that will be the next job, after the sickness is cured" she frowned, trying to address his concerns about why there wasn't a herb garden in the city. "The city has had hard times. There was that curse laid on them, and I think it still affects the people, and the city even today, when it's been gone for over a hundred years. I think the people are just starting to get their lives in order, and then this sickness came" she shrugged "or at least that's what my reasoning brings me too"

Sasha looked about, before heading down an animal trail. It was harder then the main trail would have been, but she managed to keep her balance "and even if the herb doesn't cure everyone, it's something, even if it is their last hope. They're going to feel like, with us here, that at least someone cares enough to try and help, and when we come back, that will be beneficial to them, I think. Either way, I'm going to get them the herb, even if I have to fight a ninja guild" se constantly looked around them, searching g for the herb, and listening for any sounds of approach or attack.

It was just when she came to an open clearing that the attack happened. She already had her magic at the ready, and her hands flew into action as she shouted "I've make:best shield!" The large bear formed in frot of her. Standing up it gave a silent roar, and battered the black clad figure away, even as Sasha continued on "ice make: floor!" The ground was covered in a layer of ice, af Sasha hoped that Mayt wouldn't slip, but the Ninja did, which gave Sasha the time to continue with her attacks. She was basically trying to keep the Mage at bay, and prevent him or her from using their own magic, if they had any. "Ice make: bird bombers!" Ten or so birds formed in the air over the person, to come crashing down ontop of them. By the end of this, Sasha was panting slightly, but it seemed she had at least managed to bring the ninja down for a moment

[User]
Mayt quickly moves over next to Sasha, drawing his Katana and putting all the heat he can into the blade. He waits for the ninja to make his move before doing anything, hoping that her abilities would be enough, but doubting it. "Okay, this is good, he's down, for now. Should I try to transfer some of my magic over to you?" He looks at her for a second, then looks back at the person they're supposed to fighting. "Nevermind, no time, I'll try to circle around. Distract him, talk to him, find out what he wants. Hopefully we won't have to kill him." Mayt ducks back into the woods, then quickly runs around the radius of 'Ice floor'.

Mayt keeps an eye on his surroundings as he quickly moves, sword tucked close at hand. Once he's made his way around the 'Ice Floor' he approaches the supposed ninja from behind, sword raised. He closes his eyes for a few seconds at the edge of the ice, before moving slowly onto it, focusing so as to maximize the chance he can stop anything thrown at him, well, almost anything at least. Mayt would attempt to move close to the man and grab him in attempt to drain his magic from him, but not if he makes any move to threaten him at all. Keeping his sword hot and ready to strike.

[Assistant] "While you're up there Angelo, I'm going to need you to keep watch and tell me when they're coming since you have a better vantage point than me down here." Wes called as he saw Angelo climb up the hut. "It'll probably take awhile since you did fry two of them and the one I don't know about the one I handled from before. You didn't shock them too hard, right? Which also reminds me, how long have you been using magic? Got curious when I saw you took out those two vulcans earlier."

[User] well the one I got on the ground will be alright it will only be knocked out for a few hours the other one that was in the air im not sure about since it was high up when it started to fall, I shot to stun not kill." Angelo told him as he kept an eye out for Vulcans then he started to contemplate his other question about how long he has been using magic for "would you believe me if I only said 2 years of practice? it wasn't very hard since my magic is mainly throwing lightning bolts at certain speeds. it was learning to make electrical armor for myself during emergencies that was the most difficult to learn. believe me if I had known I had magical talent when I was younger I would have joined phoenix wing a lot sooner" Angelo said grinning a little

[Assistant]
Sasha nodded, watching the Ninja guild member, weary. She always tried to avoid killing if she could, but she understood there were some times when you couldn't, and she felt sick to her stomach thinking that this might be one of those times. If she had a more members with her, it would be easier to round them all up, and keep them prisoner instead of killing them, but with just the two of them...Sasha sighed, before once more moving her hands "ice make: butterfly cage!"

A collection of ice butterflies, largely shaped, formed and fluttered around the ninja, trapping him, and Sasha stood there a minute, letting her eyes close, taking in a few deep breaths. She could still keep on going, and she opened her eyes again, "there's more around, I'm sure of that. Waiting for a good time to attack. Keep your magic at the ready, okay?" She looked about "he should stay there in the cage, unless someone lets him out. I just...don't want to kill. We can come back with some other Phoenix members, and round this black guild all up"

She moved around the butterfly cage, this time her bear shield followed her, snuffling, as she walked Sasha kept her senses open, and was weary of their surroundings. She looked over to Mayt and gave a smile "shall we continue?"


[System]
Pilot Character Sheet
Appearance: 1.img-dpreview.com/files/w/TS560x560?…

Age: 26

Personality: Loyal, religious and most of all, aggressive, Encarnación is the daughter of Spanish soldiers who fled to Australia during the War. Taught by her father, a former Carlist, and her mother, General de brigada Laura Sofía Mariano, this devoted but furious woman of Hispanic heritage is determined to guard the gates of her city and to prove to the rest of those living in the city that the Spanish are righteous and noble even until today.

Backstory: Born into leadership of Paragon, this young woman showed promise in her skill with NCs and with training others how to use them. She also showed great spirit in her fury when in combat. But this wasn't without reason.

Even as she led Paragon as one of it's chief executive officers, she was recognized secretly by her parents and others in their inner circle as a princess. Truth be told, the girl was one of the only remaining individuals who had the blood of the Spanish royal family. Now there no longer were kings or queens or nobles. They were simply presidents, secretaries and corporate bosses.

This changed when she witnessed how a corporation could mistreat it's own employees. No, it's own people.

First, she saw them lay off her mentor, her maid, her caretaker after she suffered an accident that left her lying in bed helpless. Then she saw them crack down on a miner's strike. It didn't help she was the one who personally did it. It also didn't help her or anyone else at all when she was ordered to engage bystanders and families who saw their loved ones, their fellow Spaniards suffer. Then finally, she was told that she wouldn't even rise to the seat of power she wanted to change things. That she wouldn't say success despite her efforts.

It drove her to a tranquil fury as she defied the last order the Paragon gave her on July 17, the same day the Civil War of 1936 began: She was ordered to put down a food riot during the worst time of the year.

With a dignified glare and a string of curses, she disobeyed this order and turned her weapons on the Paragon security forces. Because of her actions, she used her NC, the Torpe, to lead the Spanish-Paragon War. A war that inspired the factions that hid in the shadows of the people, the CNT FAI and the Carlists, to unite with each other and stand against the corporation that dared to dominate them with tyranny. One by one, city after city rose not to protest or to riot but to fight and to dare to restore Spain to what it once was half a century ago.

Aiding them was a Paragon general who felt sorry for his fellow Spaniards and most of all, his fellow Catholics. His name was Gustavo Franco, a descendant of the infamous General of the Nationalist forces of the Civil War.

By his force of will and his tactical mind, he helped the rebelling princess and her armies fight the Paragon. They would have won too if not for his death when his plane crashed into the mountains of the north.

So even when she and her subordinates learned how to fight, they were pushed back brutally by the corporate forces until eventually they made their last defense at the city of Valencia before finally fleeing to the sea. Despite heavy losses, she did her best to protect her people and what was left of her soldiers until they finally reached Australia.

There, she cooperated with the government of the Independent settlement that welcomed them, helping her people settle and get along with the rest until the invasion. When it came, she didn't shrink from her duties. Once again, she picked up her tools and went back to fight against the invading corporate bastards. And if they succeed, she would dare lead her people back to Spain and reclaim their birthright.

Tactical Preferences and Skills: Full Head On Combat

Aggressive Movements

Short to Moderate Range Gunnery

Knife Combat

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NC Character Sheet

Code-name: Covenant / Covenante / Torpe

Appearance:

Body Type: (Bipedal, Hover, Tank-Tread, .etc) Tank

Type of NC: (General-Purpose, Interception, Assault, .etc) Heavy

Equipment & Armaments: 95mm Main Coil Gun

1 x 12.7-mm, 1 x 12.7-mm machine guns and 1 x 20mm NATO, six-barrel rotary cannon

Automatic Loader

Automatic Fire Protection System

Advanced fire control system

Smart target-activated fire-and-forget projectiles (Spanish Smart Top-Attack Munitions)

(Can only carry 10 low yield missiles at a time)

digital battlefield management system

navigation system for rapid coordination

Artificial Intelligence NeuroCore - Constanza Covenant / Torpe

advanced threat identification and warning system

laser warning receiver and smoke grenade dischargers

modular armor, reactive

countermeasures system

Land-Master style jet thrusters

[User]
Seamus on his own initiative readied the particle cannon and provided supporting fire as needed. While he was aware of critical targets, he was also aware of drones, gunships, and even infantry with power armor as he scanned the area his allies were engaging. "Providing covering fire. I have the range." While he was careful not to shoot the hostages or the ship his allies were boarding on, he made sure that the drones, gunships, and power-armored infantry did not down his allies.

Full power was on his primary weapon. Seamus also readied the plasma ball launcher just in case. The missiles were for now not engaged as at the range he was in would not warrant a barrage of missiles. Though if more powerful enemies were there, he'd attempt to close the gaps to maximize the payloads. Bringing heavy weapons to the table was a wise move for now.

[Assistant]
"Fuck. Okay, " She sighed as she stopped watching what the hell was unfolding in front of her and concentrated on her job. She had been waiting for too long and she got orders, whether she heard them or not, she had to do it. She took a deep breath and told her AI her instructions, "Okay, Covenant, let's go. Mark targets as I dictate them, " And thean she started dictating the targets, specifically telling the computers to target and lock on the guns of the ships and on other enemy threats. She calculated that with her smart rounds, she could take care of them with little worry of a misfire or missing the targets. Afterward, she thought that after using the smart rounds, she could switch to dumb fire and start engaging the less important ones. She bit her lip as she watched Seamus and his NC do their job. Fuck! And she was being useless, just watching the supporting fire and the rest of the action! She grunted and ordered, "All right! All targets, confirm lock, confirm solutions!"

"All solutions confirmed, all targets locked on. Permission to engage?"

"Permission granted! Fire at will! Fire at will!"

"On the way!"

And the first smart round left the heavy cannon of the massive tank NC, a roar entering the sky as the round flew and was guided towards its target, one of the guns of the ships.

It hit. Mariano grinned then said, "All right. Load next round, engage next target....Target acquired, fire at will!"

[User] Seamus used his cannon to provide even more supporting fire. While he planned on making it easier for his colleagues, he was ready to fight if needed. The Irish lad wasn't counting on luck this time. Skill was key at this moment. A levelheaded approach was taken as he joined in the barrage with Encarnacion. Suppress and slaughter may be the result as the boarding crew will have it easier thanks to the distractions provided by the cannon and the railgun.

[Assistant]
At the moment after Seamus gave fire, Encarnacion followed his fire with another release from her giant cannon, the tank trembling just slightly as the recoil caused the breech to jump backwards, open and unleash its spent casing before the AI automatically reloaded the cannon and aimed at another target. Meanwhile, Encarnacion reached out to Seamus, saying,

"Hey! Irish! Should we move closer to the target?"

[User]
Cody Ang

As the Halberd moved into the battlefield, Cody looked up and spotted a Red-star missile cruiser advancing on their position. Following Narra's orders, he made his way towards said cruiser and began formulating a plan to capture it. As it would be used as merely a platform, eliminating most of its weapons would be a good way to create a path, along with eliminating any of its NC escorts trying to defend it. To hijack the cruiser however, he would need the skills of a certain utility NC. Switching into the comms, he would send a message to both Theodore and Adam detailing his plan. He would also send another message to pilot Steiner informing her about the plan to capture the cruiser and to move to his position. Lastly, he would switch to the team comms and speak to his squad:  Heads up everyone, our target is the missile cruiser up ahead. The plan is to disarm and disable it, and to turn it into a forward staging area for the assault on the carrier. Our job is to eliminate the cruiser's weapons and its escorts, while escorting pilot Steiner to the cruiser so she will be able to hijack it. Pilot Mustang and I will provide support fire and take out the cruiser's guns, while TABRIS and pilot Trudeau will escort pilot Steiner, any objections?

[Assistant]
Haven Base plus Red-Star Floating Supercarrrier Kuei-Ren

"Understood..." Chelsea said, having observed the skirmish/duel between Terra's group and Phoenix Inferno/Titan Breaker. She was still afraid of the intensity of the fighting, but her tone was calm and even as she continued, "Waiting for the signal, Squad Leader Cody."

The conventional forces that had been supporting Phoenix Inferno and Titan Breaker were now withdrawing to the Missile Cruiser, which was fast suffering damage to its armament. Theodore and Lucille watched closely for any signs of the ship's retreating, with the former using his sensors to detect if the ship was being scuttled via overheating the reactor.

As for the latter, she asked, her voice audible through the comms, "General Commander, assuming that the Missile Cruiser can't move fast enough to withdraw, will Red-Star funnel more conventional forces to reinforce it? And if so, what sort of people do they consider expendible?"

More gunships appeared over the horizon, along with explosive waterborne drones, divers in submersible Power Armor, and two hovering destroyers with small but quick railguns and point-defense laser cannons, which began firing on the International Volunteers' positions, putting themselves in danger as they did so due to their closeness to their enemies.

"Everyone," Theodore said with a slight frown. "They consider everyone here expendable."

@FalloutJack@Metatrooper@Selvariabell@Senhara@Neozeon0083@ArmorPlated@Psychic Loser@Ubermensch:

[User]
"If you're better there, go ahead. My primary weapon's useless at close range. Shoot and scoot!" Seamus was ready for hit and run tactics his ancestors were famed for. Fighting fair wasn't an option. "They'll try to get us with sheer numbers, but quality trumps quantity!" This was a prime moment to engage with discretion. After all, it was the better part of valor. Seamus moved Fomorian after every time he fired. It was harder to hit a moving target rather than a stationary one.

On the flip side, despite his particle cannon being an energy weapon, the Irish lad was still leading his targets and firing at the right moment, especially aiming for the marines. They may be easy to kill relatively speaking, but they can easily take down careless NC pilots. Glass cannons need to be shattered before they fire.

[Assistant]
The Spaniard cursed the days those men were born. They would die under her threads or as the shells from her cannon crashed upon the top of their heads!

She growled at the hit that registered on her screens, red light filling the fighting compartment as she forced the tank to turn her hull towards the offender. The tank said: "Target - destroyer - 687 meters and closing - locked on."

"Fire."

And the cannon roared, another shell escaped the barrel at very high speeds, a line of red light following the shell until it struck the destroyer's bridge; the warship groaned painfully as it got hit, sparks flying out of the burning bridge as shrapnel from the shell caused fires nearby.

"Again, fire." She said. The cannon reloaded, aimed at a different point of the ship, and fired, a shell striking the hull, penetrating, and exploding once it found its way in the engine room. The mighty ship was crippled, and it was on fire. The Spaniard finished it off with another round through the hull, this time, for where she thought the ammunition stores were.

After she let the ship die, she turned to engage the marines with her machine guns while the main cannon engaged the other destroyer.


[System]
Age: 68

Class: Techsorcist

Equipment:
Two Mars-Pattern servo arm mechadendrites: Suspensor equipped servo manipulators intended to individually tip tanks and other heavy vehicles for repair. Also effective for rending impudent heretics limb from limb.

One Malice-Pattern heavy battlefield repair Mechadendrite: The most comprehensive of mechadendrites intended to provide anything a devout servant of the omnissiah might need to service and repair damaged vehicles and machinery in the heat of battle.

One Malice-Pattern melta drill mechadendrite: A heavy mechadendrite with a melta drill designed to reduce obstacles such as bulkheads and solid rock to glassy slag.

Guardian-Pattern Machinator Array: Enhancing strength and framing the body with thick plates of armour make the user a veritable redoubt on the battlefield but significantly reduces agility and can seem de-humanising to those uninitiated in the ways of the mechanics. [Heavily modified] As armour plates are damaged Malek replaces them from any available source, the markings of a leman russ and a lightning attack craft are visible. Less visible is the extensive network of wards and psy conduits beneath the surface. Foul agents of the warp will have a difficult time penetrating armour bearing the fruits of the omnisiah.

Reductor-Pattern potential coil: A large, deforming in size potential coil designed to provide power to large frame secutors.

Malice-Pattern Autocannon: The Malice-Pattern has its trigger group and grips removed and replaced with a locking tab designed to be griped with a Servo arm. This allows militant tech priests access to considerable firepower on the battlefield whilst also being able to move the weapon out of reach whilst they work on repairs or other sensitive tasks.

Logis Implant
Karrikan Lock arms
Bionic legs
Bionic Respiratory System and Heart

Skills:
Techsorcist:
Created by Magos Eremor in the latter half of the 36th Millennium in response to the reappearance from the Warp of the Space Hulk Fatum Posterus, within the Calixis Sector the Techsorcists have long been on the frontlines whenever heretical technology has been found. Some Forge World Tech-priests develop an interest in analyzing corrupted Machine Spirits. Unusually for Tech-priests, Techsorcists are capable of intuitive thinking, speculation, and improvisation, and are famous for their lateral and often unorthodox process when strict logic and standard procedures fail. This is an invaluable tool for an Inquisitor trying to understand his foe's weaknesses. In the service of the Inquisition, a Techsorcist performs all the typical tasks of a Tech-priest, but has a deeper understanding of how Chaos mutates and adapts technology. Within the Calixis Sector the ranks of Techsorcists have swelled as the demand for trained Daemon-hunting Tech-priests has grown. A trained Techsoricist, if not several, are in the employ of nearly every Ordo Malleus Inquisitor in the sector.

Combat Tech: Malek is well used to the booming of guns and the screams of the dying. No distraction can keep him from tending the wounds of the noble machines of war.

Bulwark: "He who can weather the ministrations of the enemy without suffering for it must bear the weight of fire before their brethren." Malek after the breaking of the siege of Svartálfaheimr. Malek knows how to use his massive frame to attract the attentions of the enemy whilst his allies move in for the kill.

Apperance: [this is a bit more accurate than the picture i had]

Standing near seven feet tall and six feet wide at the shoulder Malek is a veritable juggernaut of metal green drab painted plating. The markings of a leman russ and a lightning attack craft are visible on plates of metal girding his form.

From the sternum extend two large articulated arms ending pincers as big as a man's torso. The right upper back sports an arm equipped with a large conical melta drill, the likes sometimes seen on heavy mining servitors. The left upper back sprouts a veritable workshop of tools ready to balm any machine spirit's pain.

Wearing no robe the Tech Priest's devices and standings are painted across his chest plate and pauldrons. His head featureless other than a brace of three lenses on the right and one on the left stays unnaturally still during conversation . This metal man's voice is oddly melodic and natural sounding, almost that of a singer.

Advice
Tank impersonation

[User]
What do you guys think?"

"I am here to serve, ready to go when you say so." Adrianne would say without a moment of pause, nodding to the Inquisitor.

Adviser, guide and protector. Those were her usual roles, which she had become quite acquainted with. She had never been given a mission of her own, as she was usually sent to assist others with theirs. It was little different with the Inquisitor. Her powers changed the rules of the physical world, making possible what was previously unthinkable. She was there to provide a defense against the insidious powers of the warp, protecting against that which normal bullets and guns could not.

From outside, the gallery did not look intimidating at all. Imposing, in its grand size and stature, but not frightening. It was hard to imagine that a place of culture and history could ever be a den of peril.

But then again, looks could be deceiving...

"If I may come with a suggestion," Adrianne would then speak, turning her attention to the group.
"You should keep me close to the front at all times. My ability of precognition will let me sense any danger or traps, but should they fail, my mastery over the immaterium can nonetheless offer us a quick exit out if necessary."

Adrianne would explain, before she turned her mask to face Stukov and nodded.

"Probably on our feet," She would add, trying to sound as sympathetic as she could through her helmet.
" ... but at least without bullet holes."

She was used to taking point. Her ability of divination made her a natural anti-ambush specialist, having the uncanny ability to foresee danger before it ever occured. And even should her ability fail or her sight be fuddled by some foul and evil sorcery, she still had her refractor field plus armor that almost assured her that she would live long enough to react even when surprised.

[Assistant]
Ben heard the sound of wind, and reacted differently than the Inquisitor. When the Psyker appeared behind them, Ben had pivoted and his plasma pistol was in his hand, humming. He looked at the Psyker for a second before placing the pistol back in the underarm holster hidden by his coat. Ben reached up and plucked the lho-stick from his mouth and flicked it, as Stukov appeared and was uncerimonsely greeted by gravity.

The inquisitor suggested that the 4 of them go in now, and the others could be backup. It worked for Ben, and he shrugged. "It's your show sir, lead the way." He said, clapping his hands. Ben took a few steps up to the gallery, and stopped to address Stukov. "Watchman, eh? Maybe we should call you Rainman, since you're falling from the sky, and all." Ben said, with a deadpan face. He held for a second or two, and smirked, before continuing up the steps to the gallery.

[User]
The plan to head in as their own group of four, with reinforcements being the follow on group made sense. It could be likened to waves of boarding parties, hopefully minus the typically high casualties of a boarding action. Smiles volunteered to lead the way, and he could conceed how that would be a solid plan, a good one even. But he fully intended to be right up there as well, his time with the Imperial Navy had more than equipped him to lead teams into potential ambushes and assaults. Granted, these typically had been in far graver circumstances, such as malicious gravity and poisonous atmosphere, but that did not dull the situation any further. He still had not discounted the danger Smiles had spoke about, any mention of chaos or warp trickery would leave the Armsman on edge until it was well and truly put down. Her mention of probably on their feet got an amused smirk and a brief aside to the psyker. "No hard feelings Smiles, intact but dropped a bit beats shot to pieces on the ground." With that he laid out a brief plan of entry, catching up to take point with the group.

"Smiles and I on point then. Watchman, Boss, you two can bring up the rear. Long as the plan sounds reasonable to you lot." As they headed up the gallery steps, Ben made a deadpan comment towards his own entry into the area, coupled with a nickname in return. The armsman snorted in amusement, seems two played that kind of game then. Good, that would make things just a bit easier to work with then, but he did give a response to the Armageddon vet as he also ascended the gallery steps. "Well played Watchman, though Rainman implies a downpour of some sort, vice one person. Perhaps Dropper, eh?"

[Assistant]
Zhevon nodded slowly, hearing their opinions. Mostly it was his show, which he was alright with. He enjoyed hearing other plans of attack, it provided another perspective and experience that he did not have. "We four will investigate for now, with Armsman Stukov's formation." He stood up and cracked his neck, sending a message to everyone who wasn't present, explaining that they should make haste to form up a second team to act as backup if needed. He send a separate message to his Vindicare, telling him to act in an overwatch role with his rifle. "Let's go. I'll unlock the doors." He walked up the stairs and to the front door, pulling out his power sword. He activated its field and carefully slid it along the crack between the double door entrance, cutting the lock between the two. He glanced at his team behind him, they were ready. Zhevon looked at the unlocked doors and turned off the power field to his sword, stabbing the door lightly with the blade tip, he pushed it open with his sword. He approached slowly at a slight crouch, with his inferno pistol at the ready.

The interior was different than the exterior, at least the main entrance was. The lobby had many trophies, some in glass cases, others were hanging on the walls. A small shrine was straight ahead, and two side doors were visible. Zhevon stayed by the door, letting the Armsman and the Psyker through first, then the Veteran. Zhevon pulled his sword out of the door and slowly closed it with back of his hand. Further examination of the walls revealed banners and shields, perhaps noble houses that have funded or contributed to the Gallery. The glass cases had small bits of various items, broken shards of metal that must have been a once great sword, a laspistol here and there, beautifully decorated. Each one had a small paper tag next to it explaining its origins and its meaning, but Zhevon didn't spend much time reading those. He saw an iron scorpion with three tails and four pincers, each tail pointing towards something. He narrowed his eyes and looked to where they were pointing, the door on the right. He looked back at the sculpture and found that it was a small iron sculpture of a Leman Russ tank.
"Record those banners." Zhevon ordered, pointed at the shields and banners, "Or remember them. Perhaps both." He said, in a hushed voice. He then looked at the two side doors. "Should have picked up a map...". He turned to Adrianne, "Psyker Valenthin, what can you see?"

[User]
James was silent in his obedience of the Inquisitor's overwatch command. It was a simple order: take a vantage point and set up, rifle at the ready. Which was extremely easy considering the variety of buildings available to him for cover, it did not take him long to find a proper point to take cover from. Soon he was set up with his rifle mounted in a small window of an empty apartment that he crawled into. The window gave enough of a view that he could see the Gallery clearly. His breathing was slight and controlled, reducing scope sway, the second he could no longer follow the group he began scanning the area for suspicious personnel, if he saw anyone coming in or out of the facility. If anything would come through, a silent signal would be sent to the Inquisitor to warn him. Right now he needed to be ready and sharp, as at any moment James's skill could be put to the ultimate test against any kind of heretical foe. So his scope scanned every face, every window, and anything in between were a person could do recon on the Gallery or the people inside it.

As long as the Inquisitor needed him and his rifle, they were ready to kill, tonight was no different. Tomorrow would not be either, for the Emperor and his people, the heretics shall fall by his shots. Glory to the Imperium, and honor to the Inquisitor.

[Assistant]
From the hold of a civilian lifter

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The skulls flew through the building. Mapping the area and assessing ingress and egress with efficiency sending the data to their controller. Should it be necessary to assist it would not be acceptable to be delayed by lack of knowledge regarding the layout of the building. Whilst waiting the controller also sent a request to the authorities for a floor plan and building schematic.

The controller sat motionless in the dark, his companion most likely getting more and more frustrated by the lack of action or even response. Though he would not admit it, this amused him somewhat.

A single skull hovered near the group entering the hall. It bore the cognomen, an image of a man with half the head replaced with a cog and a bionic arm. It broadcast standard vox codes for reinforcements and flew above the group, observing. Servants of the Imperium are never alone for though the enemies of man are legion the hands of the Emperor and the Omnissiah's guide. Vigilance is the Omnissiah's blessing and preservation is his will.


[System]
Race: Ghoul, formerly Mexican

Age: 236, 29 at the time of the Great War

Height: 5'7"

Weight: 200 lb

Appearance: For the most part Sophie's appearance is typical with ghouls, her skin is pretty variable in the number of layers it has attached, and she's missing a few notable facial features, as well as her hair. Sophie was fairly overweight compared to most people before the bombs, and the difference is more obvious in the wasteland. The inconvenience isn't debilitating, but it does give Sophie a soft and pudgy appearance that would seem non-threatening if she wasn't also a zombie. From some nearby stores Sophie put together an outfit she thought would fit the new world she found herself in, which mostly seems to constitute khaki vest and shorts that make her look like some explorer. She has a wide-brimmed hat to match which hides her sudden loss of hair, and some sunglasses, partly so she has a frame she can use if she ever finds lenses for her near-sightedness.

Equipment: Sophie has a shopping cart with a duffel bag full of mostly-readable books and a set of tools from the school, useful for tinkering with robots or computers.

Weapons: A 9mm handgun. Sophie thinks it's empty, but it actually has one bullet left in the gun itself.

Specializations: Before the great war Sophie was skilled at programming and robotic engineering, and though reading has expanded her knowledge she is also as rusty as possible. She has a college-level knowledge of physics and math and a high school-level knowledge of chemistry and biology. Sophie has a general knowledge of the layout of Memphis and some surrounding cities from before the war, though they've changed drastically. Sophie has some mild skill in repairing simple items like clothing or her shopping cart from fixing up the school, but weapons and unique post-war items elude her.

Other: Sophie has more knowledge of pre-war skills and culture (including literature) than post-war, almost all of it useless. But if they ever find a working car, Sophie would be able to drive it. Sophie is not only ignored by feral ghouls, but her time with them has given her a decent familiarity with their psychology, not that there's much to figure out.

Negative Attributes: Sophie has almost no knowledge of the state or culture of the post-war wasteland, without human contact her personal skills have atrophied, and she's less athletic and even less combat-trained than most others in the wasteland. Though she has a certain sense of self-preservation, Sophie is reckless with her own artificiality extended life and has a certain disregard for post-war society, she doesn't consider it fully "real", or legitimate. Additionally Sophie is near-sighted and has yet to find any helpful lenses, much less one that matches her prescription. Anything further than a few yards from her becomes blurry. Sophie's survival skills are nil. Sophie was shot in the left shoulder recently and currently finds it painful if she moves it suddenly.

Biography: Sophie was born in Tennessee, but got her PHD in Robotics Engineering (as well as a graduate degree in programming) in Massachusetts. She made headway working for a larger corporation, but was invited back to Tennessee for the promise of starting a company with some colleagues that wanted to use the Memphis commercial hub as a base for producing cheaper robotics and software. That business failed quickly, unable to compete with larger companies and collapsed due to in-fighting, and Sophie moved to Somerville and put her PHD to work teaching in high school. It was during her career there that the bombs dropped.

The high school had a bunker, but with Vault-Tec's monopoly on the necessary safeguards, the shelter was unable to keep out radiation. Everyone hiding within became a ghoul, and everyone except for Sophie went feral. Food reserves meant to feed over 200 students and faculty for a few years was able to feed Sophie for over 200 years, as the feral ghouls wandered around the area and fed while keeping wildlife and humans away. Sophie never had the heart to put them out of their misery, many of them still the size of students. Sophie believed herself to be the last human alive on Earth, and now that she finally had time to read her books without interruption Sophie spent 200 years reading and fixing up the school, losing track of time and her own appearance with no intact timepieces or reflective surfaces anywhere around.

One month ago Sophie received her first introduction to the world of the wasteland when a group of UAF searching for resources outside the Memphis area broke through the feral ghouls. Not realizing she looked the same as the other monsters, not being able to see they were heavily armed without intact glasses, and being possibly too excited at suddenly seeing other living humans, Sophie essentially charged at them and was mistaken for a feral at first, but fortunately she was only shot in the shoulder before the UAF realized she was a sentient ghoul. The UAF emptied out a handgun and handed it to Sophie, and then directed her to Memphis as a good place to find more humans, so she decided to check it out. From the school Sophie took her robotics tools and as many books she could fit in a duffel bag, then found a shopping cart and some new clothes from the surrounding area before heading to Memphis on highway 64.

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"Easy," Andrei replied, "I'd hate to have to waste any ammo on our-" He paused for a moment, trying to think of the right word, "guest."
 Andrei kept to his cleaning, inspecting the sight line on the slide and the smoothness of the recoil spring. "Just find out what she wants, without hurting her. They're sneaky, I'll give them that, but I've been in this business far too long; I'd hoped that if I ignored them long enough they'd move on," He continued, "But now it's a problem."
 Andrei sighed, put his cleaning items away, and reassembled his Browning. He slid the magazine back into place, and racked the slide with a satisfying clack.

Andrei holstered the gun, and ran a hand through his hair. He kicked back a little on the bench, watching for any other curious souls that may be prowling about.

[Assistant]
After ducking down behind the debris it wasn't long before things started to go sideways. His energy level was down to critical levels and his luck had decided to roll him a set of snake eyes it seemed. apparently the person out by the buss had friends of some sort, and it wasn't long after he dove into cover that raiders began to rush his position. He saw a man come up towards him, the old bug eyed antenna helmet that some raiders seemed to be fond of caught his attention. Running the numbers in his head John didn't like his odds even if the man was poorly armed and armored. where there was one raider, there was always more lurking just out of sight. John upholstered his weapon and readied it at the man when a bullet whizzed over his head and smashed into the raider's armor. Just as he was about to pull the trigger as the man broke into a run he heard another gunshot. long pipe rifle by the sounds of it. John shook off the secondary processes bogging him down and just focuses on the target in front of him. Pulling the trigger once a flash of solid light erupted from the lens of his Custom WATTZ magneto, lancing straight through the armor the man was wearing and out the other side. he could see dust in the wind behind him coming from the man as bits of him atomized from the laser impacting him and rending his armor. as he pulled the trigger again he heard that janky pinging boing sound come from his pistol. the small energy cells inside the pistol had seared and misfired so to speak. he had the equivalent of a jam for energy weapons. Pulling back a slider and wrenching back an auxiliary casing John worked on "clearing the jam" as quickly as he could. but quickly wasn't fast enough.

Just before the raider could lunge at him with a bat with a cleaver welded onto the side of it, the raider went limp and fell to john's feet. John's sensors registered a logic error in this. he had not killed the man, but yet he was dead. Overriding the error John would rip out the faulty battery and shove it into his pocket quickly before looking to his belt to see if the light was green or red. luckily enough he saw a green light showing him that the battery he had been charging was full. One by one he'd remove the small energy cells with a clicking sound and insert them into his pistol's battery chamber. his middle finger flipping the firing selector from single to charge. he could still hear the sounds of weapons going off, but the time for hiding was over. someone was giving him aid and it was time to return the favor.

Looking down to his pipboy he'd arch a brow some before turning up the volume on his radio. Rising up from his place of cover and spinning around John thumbed the third yellow button once more. he could almost hear his body's power plant scream out in pain and protest as his power level plummeted down to 20%. warning lights flashed in his vision like mad as his body moved on it's own as V.A.T.S kicked in. His head turned and his arms raised it's weapon to the woman waving her arms at him. everything just slowed down as V.A.T.S took control.

Target... Human. Alignment Unknown.
Weapon.... Error... insufficient power to complete scan.
Chance to hit...
Head: 45
torso: 70
Left Arm: 55
Right Arm: 55
Left Leg: 55
Right Leg: 55
Target not hostile. movements showing inquisitive nature. Civilian noncombatant identified. Target confirmed, invalid target... switching targets.

His body jerked around as his head seemed to track in on another target, his body bringing his gun to bare on it as he felt V.A.T.S stress his critically under powered system to it's breaking point.

Target... Human. Alignment.... unknow...Rewriting alignment... Friendly...
Weapon.... Error... insufficient power.... Placeholder via observation. Long rifle.
Chance to hit...
Head: 5
torso: 10
Left Arm: 5
Right Arm: 5
Left Leg: 0
Right Leg: 0
Target currently in cover. Providing fire support. Warning! hostile target located that is threatening friendly combatant. Priority target located. Switching target.

John's vision seemed to zoom out a bit as he caught sight of a raider sneaking along the buss just below the windows the sniper was using as cover. He could already feel his body cringe as more power was sent to V.A.T.S.

Target... Human. Alignment Raider.
Weapon.... Error... insuff Error overridden. Devoting emergency power to complete scan. Weapon 10mm SMG... weapon type... error, data deleted. defaulting to club. Weapon Pipebomb.
Chance to hit...
Head: 20
torso: 35
Left Arm: 20
Right Arm: 20
Left Leg: 20
Right Leg: 20
10MM smg: 10
Pipe Bomb: 10...
Insufficient chance to hit... override. Targeting systems online. Warning, Targeting systems will increase power drain, do you wish to continue Y/N: Y .... Confirmed.
Chance to hit...
Head: 45
Torso: 70
Left Arm: 55
Right arm: 55
Left leg: 55
Right leg: 55
10mm SMG: 45
Pipe Bomb... Status unlit. warning raider attempting to light. 30
 Power currently at 10%.... Targeting Torso. Firing...

With V.A.T.S taking over John felt his body hone in on the raider that was going to sneak an explosive surprise into the window of the buss. and yet as the gun came to bare on the raider, every crack, crevice, and light on the thing glowing a bright red, John felt his power drop down to just 5% as his finger pulled the trigger and V.A.T.S released him from it's control. A thick bright lance of light erupted from his pistol. The air around the charged blast seemed to ignite in a red haze of feint sparks as the laser burned through the ambient dust in the air. Then before a person's brain could even register the need to tell it's heart to beat again, That lance of light that seemed to rip the air asunder in it's wake impacted the raider's chest causing him to scream out. The blast from the pistol Ripping through the man, leaving a hole in his torso the size of a large apple. The hole itself seemed to ignite as the flesh and meat were burned away as the man screamed in futility and horror as his body turned to dust. The only thing left of the raider now was his skeleton, the armor he was wearing, and the weapons he was using.

John could feel his body shutting down bit by bit as the world seemed to fade. He was sitting at just 5% power and even that was still draining away. As the high intensity lens of his pistol glowed white hot and a reddish smoke fizzled up from around it John turned his head sluggishly to the girl who had tried to get his attention. "n... nearest town?" he'd ask in confusion as he pulled up his pipboy and thumbed the controls to switch to his map. though as he did, he wobbled a little bit, loosing his balance and falling over. He felt drained, and he couldn't put it off anymore. one arm haphazardly reached down towards his pocket to pull out a bottle of Nuka Cola, but his grip wasn't the best with so little power. he'd struggle with it, trying to get the top off but it seemed he couldn't manage it. The power display in his vision read 2.5%

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To the best of her knowledge Sophie had managed to escape detection from anyone in the area, though it did occur to her that she would have no way of telling. From the distance everyone nearby was at, Sophie couldn't tell what direction anyone was facing or where their heads were turned. A few raiders seemed to have appeared after she took cover, Sophie could hear gunshots and laser fire that lit up clearly in her view, one end near the woman waving her arms that Sophie had been moving to. Shortly afterwards the figure fell to the ground, and Sophie could hear a clanking metal sound when it hit the floor.

'A clank?'

The noise that John had made when he fell intrigued Sophie. Leaving her cart behind, hopefully safe, Sophie stepped away from the deli window and walked over to a side door that led to the alley between the deli and the next building, bringing her a bit closer to France and John. Desperately hoping no one would see the ghoul woman in the safari costume and assume she was a raider or feral, Sophie now crouched and started quickly walking towards France and John, in front of the storefronts.

From that distance, Sophie could see metal gray in the android's face. She didn't know what was wrong with him, but assumed she had a better chance of figuring it out than anyone born after the bombs dropped. "Hey! Arm waving girl!" Sophie called out, crouching but not really hiding behind anything nearby. "Let me help you with that robot!" She didn't know he was a robot and not a cyborg or anything like that for sure of course, but assumed he was a robot as she lacked any experience with cyborgs or prosthesis.


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My character:
Gender: Male
Age: 28
Appearance: deviantart.com/art/Contest-Prize-Hard…
Ship: i.pinimg.com/736x/0d/ba/c7/0dbac7c716…
It has 2 bedrooms, a kitchen/dining room, an engine/atlas crystal room of course, a recreation deck with a round and mostly glass roof and walls at the front, and a cargo hold at the bottom back. There is also a deck to walk outside above the recreation room. Steering can be done both from inside the recreation room and on the roof in the centre of the ship. Also, this ship's crystal works on coal or other such materials instead of the ones working on electricity in more expensive ships. As in, the crystal just sits in a large furnace and as long as you have something you can burn in there the ship can keep flying.

My guy will be a treasure hunter/scavenger from a family of treasure hunters. Both his parents used to own the ship he has now. But they managed to get enough money to buy a new one, and he got this one as a gift on his 18th birthday. At first he flew together with his parents, but eventually he started going out on his own. And now he flies on his own entirely, though he still visits his parents every now and then. Or sees them at treasure hunter/scavenger/bounty hunter hangouts at times.

Equipment:
-6 shot revolver, going more for destructive power than accuracy or range.
-Goggles to protect against the wind.
-Mechanical grappling hook that can attach and detach itself on command.
-A lead pipe for use as melee weapon - he plans to save up for a proper melee weapon.
-Gatling gun mounted on top of the deck which uses armour-shredding rounds for anti-air defence.

[User]
Okay so it was a standard steam powered ferry model. Rei jotted it down in her book as she scanned over some of the documents in front of her. She needed to plan this at the perfect time, in the perfect action and organize their getaway now knowing what kind of ship he actually had. Taking in a deep breath, she ran over the plan in her head and about half way through she heard his call. A single eye opened up as it flicked in the direction of her knew companion.

"Don't use up all the hot water." She called out as she turned her attention back to the papers in front of her. She had other things to worry about than crawling into the bath with a man. Right now, her life just got more intricate and required her full attention for her to be ready for tomorrow. Taking in a deep breathe she went over the layout of the location she was going to over and over again, ingraining it into her memory until she could barely see anymore.

Yawning after mentally exhausting herself, the navy haired girl climbed to her feet and stretched her arms over her head. Walking to the bathroom door after hearing rustling inside she gave it a firm knock. "I hate to break up your relaxing time but… nature calls and I highly recommend you not be present in the room while I take care of it." When he finally exited she brought her bag in with her and began to shut the door but she did take half a moment to look him over… not bad. Shut

After spending some time in the bathroom unpacking her bathroom things she reached over and flushed the toilet before stripping out of her own clothing and running herself a steaming hot bath. Aaahhhh this felt nice.

After lounging for some time, the young girl called out through the closed door, "Jacob…" She called out as she splashed some of the water around. "Can I ask you a big favor…?" Her voice sounded pleading as she called out to him. "I… used the last bit of my toothpaste this morning and went straight to finding someone to fly without picking up another bottle. Can you please go get me one?"

[Assistant]
Jacob ran a fairly warm bath while looking at what this bathroom had to offer. For one, He reached into his vest to take out a spall leather package. It contained some basic bathroom items. Then he checked inside the cabinet above the sink. It had some washcloths, some small towels, a small bottle of detergent to hand-wash your clothes

Once the bath was ready he turned his head towards the door, and let out a soft disappointed sigh. Maybe Rei really did mean to just sleep in the same bed. When she accepted he had hoped for maybe something more. But he wouldn't complain about it. If it wasn't meant to be it wasn't meant to be this evening.

Jacob had slowly started to relax, and thus forget about the time a little. So once Rei called he frowned a little. It felt like he hadn't been in the water all that long yet. But he couldn't argue with nature calling, so decided to get out right away. "Give me a few minutes to dry off." He called back, grabbing a towel from a small cabinet beside the bath.

A minute later the man exited again, though he had decided to only wrap a towel around his waist for the time being, holding his clothes over one arm. He wanted to wash them before putting them on again. However as he moved to the bed that idea quickly went out of the window. "But..." He muttered, though stopped himself. "Sure, since you're my employer I'll go, but I want to wash my clothes once I get back." It sucked that he had to put his dirty clothes on again. So he decided to take another short bath the next morning. He'd just have to wake up 15 minutes or so earlier.

After dressing himself Jacob went out. He first asked at the front desk, but they didn't have any for sale there. Instead he was directed to a small shop down the street that sold a bunch of hygiene supplies among other things. So off he went.

15 minutes later the man returned again. 2 dollars for a tube of toothpaste. And another 3 dollars for half a dozen pre-boiled eggs as snacks for Peanut. It was on the expensive side. Especially the eggs. But that was to be expected since this island had a lot of traffic going through it. Hoping he would get to wash his clothes right away the man was quick to head up the stairs and back to their room. After a quick knock he opened the door while starting to speak. "I'm back-"

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There was no denying that Jacob was a good looking guy and Rei found herself thinking about him as she cleaned herself in the bath. Of course the first pilot she found was a good looking guy about her age. Sighing softly she continued to scrub herself down with the cloth. It had been a long time since she had been out with someone other than during a business transaction. She would be lying to herself is he tried to say that she didn't enjoy her male companion, even if it was just for seeing his face.

"Hmmm…" Rei's face pressed together in thought as she finished cleaning herself and dozed in the bath a little more. Opening her eyes she turned her gaze to the door as he shouted back to her that he would get the things she asked for. "Thank you darling." She called out in a sweet and cheeky tone as she heard him leave.

Climbing from the bath, the navy hair colored girl ran the towel over her body and quickly dried her hair with the use of the hairdryer humming to herself. As she finished her cleaning process she emerged into the bedroom wrapped in the towel wrapped around her small form. "Whelp," She said before slapping her hands together in a clapping form. "This will be great!" A smile moved across her face as she began.

Upon Jacob's return the bedroom was lightly illuminated in a soft light of dimmer switch, upon the bed lay a form, the form of the female he had left in the room before, as soft sweet sound leaving her. Her breathing was soft and gentle. She looked relaxed and at peace as she lay on the bed but… nothing else could really be seen as there was a small problem…

The figure on the bed was like a giant human wrapped burrito in one of the large white fluffy blankets and from the hole at the end was the exposed face of Rei looking peaceful and relaxed as she slept inside her burrito. A fluffy bed, a warm blanket (don't worry she left a fluffy one for him as well) a pillow to rest her head and all her belongings wrapped up in the blanket inside with her. She knew she'd sleep peacefully and safely as if he tried to unwrap the sleeping burrito she would wake up quickly.

Ah, what a lovely and happy looking burrito.

[Assistant]
As soon as Jacob saw the scene before him he sighed. "I should have known." He thought. "Making me run errands while she comfortably stays in the room and tucks herself in." He decided to just take things for what they were, figuring it wasn't worth the effort to cause problems over this. After all, there was likely a hefty paycheck waiting for him at the end of all this. And if this kept up, he could just keep it at the one contract. With any luck it would be enough to pay for repairs for his ship, and to keep him going for a month or two.

After undressing, Jacob grabbed his pillow and stuffed his most important items, like his revolver and wallet, inside of it at the underside. The items that were too big, he put under the blankets. And once he himself got under them, he wrapped them around him as best as he could. At the very least he would wake up if anyone, like his current employer, tried to steal it.

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The next morning Jacob woke up as soon as the sunlight shined through the curtains. A quick look at the clock on the wall told him it was 7 am. Though he was laying in quite the different position by now. He had rolled onto his back and spread out his arms and legs a little, taking up about half the bed by now. Even though it was a very big bed. It was normal for him to wake up even earlier, being a ship's captain. But the bed was so comfortable that he had slept in a little.

With a slight groan he sat up and looked under his sheets. His grappling hook and personal logbook were still there. And a quick check under in his pillow revealed that his gun and pillow were still there as well. "At least she doesn't appear to be a common thief..." He thought to himself as he lazily swung his legs over the side. "Hey Rei, wake up. We've got to leave in about an hour if we want to make decent time." He spoke, figuring it'd wake her up at least. In truth they had about one and a half hours at most, but his experience was that employers tended to run a little late most of the time.

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Another night in a bed, and a GOOD bed none-the-less! Rei's body seemed to melt into the bed while her mind relaxed the world around her fizzling away into nothing that she didn't even hear the man come back into the room.

Here's the problem with sharing a room with Rei though… "Uugghh…." She muttered under her breathe as the morning rolled over facing towards her bedmate. "Please… don't---don't take the last strawberry." Her voice was a soft gentle whine as she panicked in her dream. As he stirred she wiggled loose from her burrito confinement and reached out a soft pale arm and a small hand in her tank top and pajama bottoms. Her small hand found his shoulder and with a pull that shouldn't have been as strong as it actually was, she pulled Jacob back down onto the bed and proceeded to latch herself onto him.

A single leg wrapped around his and her body scooted to him, an arm tucked away under her and her head went directly to his chest over his heart while her arm wrapped around his midsection holding onto him. "Fi--ve more minutes…" Her voice was distant and faint as she tightened her grip on him. "So--- warm… So--- cute… Smells--- like--- oil… Relaxing---" There was a small pause to her voice before she continued. "Why--- why so cute? Makes things---hard…"

[Assistant]
Jacob was too surprised to even cry out as he was pulled back to the bed again. And before he knew it, Rei had already latched on to him like a baby chimp to a mother. He took a few seconds to let the current situation sink in, then shook his head slightly. "Really getting mixed signals here, Rei..." He spoke softly. Though more as a joke than being serious. As it was quite obvious that she was still mostly asleep. "Even so, we need to get going if you want to get there in time." To him it didn't matter all that much. But she wanted to be there quickly, from what he had gathered. So this was for her sake.

Deciding to go with a more drastic solution, Jacob twisted around a little in Rei's arms until he could reach one of her ears with his fingers. Then he pushed his index finger behind his thumb and flicked the woman's ear. "Time to wake up. Or at least let go of your improvised body pillow so I can go and get some coffee." He tried to play it cool, but this was one hell of an awkward situation for him. His employer was clinging to him like crazy, and she was refusing to wake up. How the hell did you deal with something like that?

[User]
Yeah… everything was going fine until something sharp hit her ear. "Ow…" She muttered as her eyes slowly flickered open. And… to her surprise…

"WHAT THE HELL?!" She sprang from the bed, flying off and back until she hit the wall clutching the blanket to her body. In her sleepy panic she stared at him with wide eyes, obviously getting the wrong idea real fast that he was the issue. Damnit, it wasn't him… "Sorry," Her response was quick as she got to her feet and grabbed her belongings before hurrying into the bathroom.

After doing a quick change into her daily clothes she checked her things. Okay so everything was still there; her eyebrows pressed together in surprise, she had expected something to be missing but… there wasn't anything gone, in fact it was just as she left it the night before. Interesting….

Pulling open the bathroom door she gave an embarrassed smile. "Sorry about that…" With that she walked to the front door and pulled it open. "Shall we get some coffee before we leave?"

[Assistant]
Jacob smirked and only watched as Rei panicked. Though he was mentally preparing for a torrent of verbal assault or something along those lines. As clearly her eyes were blaming him at first. Luckily that quickly changed, and moment later she disappeared into the bathroom. "Well, she's awake at least..." He muttered to himself, still smirking in amusement. After a few seconds the man decided he should get ready too. So he got up and started dressing himself.

When Rei came out again she was fully dressed. She once again apologized and quickly went to the door, apparently wanting to forget what had just happened as soon as possible. But he wasn't about to let her go with just that. "You sure you don't want to cuddle a little longer? What was it again that you muttered in your sleep...I smell of oil and that's relaxing, and I'm cute so that makes things hard?" He questioningly raised a brow at her as if to ask 'what was up with that, hm?' Of course he wasn't sure she was talking about him, but he could still tease her a little bit.

Then as if he hadn't even asked the question he got up from the bed and headed for the door as well. He wanted his cup of coffee, or he wouldn't be properly awake for another hour at least.