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Age/Gender: 27, female.

Nationality: British.

Appearance: Taylor is five foot six inches, but she has a stocky, muscular build. Her face is round-ish and smooth. Her skin is lightly tanned, hair is dark brown and eyes are light blue. Taylor's eyes are fairly large and set moderately apart and have long black eyelashes. Taylor's nose is fairly pointed and medium sized and her lips are medium and Taylor's mouth is small. Her expression is usually one of seriousness when doing her job, but she often has a mischievous or cheerful look about her when in a more casual situation. Her clothes include the ordinary camouflage military garb, but also including black gloves and boots. Overall she has a sturdy body and a feminine face with softer features.

Rank: Private (Specifically guardsman.)

Preferred Role: Bodyguard is her most preferred, but sniper, offensive infiltrator, or frontline trooper work for her as well.

Brief Background: Taylor originally grew up in London but her family moved to Leeds when she was 20 years old. There she learned of the threats to the allied nations. Although throughout her life she wasn't necessarily an unusually violent person, Taylor did have a knack for hand-to-hand combat and wasn't afraid to get into a fight if she felt threatened. And in high school she practiced martial arts. Used to strict discipline and tests, she was fully willing to take on the responsibility of joining the military forces in hopes of helping to defend the allied nations from the cruel threats of terrorist organizations. She joined the marines at the age of 21, and spent a large amount of time training in firearms, stealth, survival, cooperation and teamwork, and more. Now at the age of 27, Taylor is embarking on her way to the area where she and her comrades will be informed on their new orders. She's still relatively low rank (private, aka Guardsman) as shes been in only a few missions, but from her extra training (phases 1 & 2) Taylor is hardly an incapable soldier as she is skilled in a variety of different combat styles.

Notes: Despite being in a war, when not currently in or about to be in a mission, Taylor has a playful and mischievous side to her personality that normally doesn't show. She is a strong, brave, and loyal soldier on the outside. But on the inside, Taylor is paranoid of failure. Not just herself, but the thought of letting down her comrades and putting them in worse danger. Because of this Taylor has problems with Insomnia just before missions sometimes.

This is my first character sheet on this site. I hope it suffices. I wasn't intending it to be this long, but I didn't want to leave anything out.

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19:01,
October 20th,
U.S.S. Washington,
Unknown Location in the Pacific.

The helo touched down on deck and Sgt. Adam Delgado hopped out. He heard the whine of the engine behind him as the rotor slowed, and gave a quick wave to the pilot as he walked across the deck. A crewman walked up to meet him.

"Sergeant? Follow me to the briefing room. The others, as well as the reps from Command, are en route"

They walked in silence all the way up to the designated room.

"Take a seat. Shouldn't take long"

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19:05,
October 20th,
U.S.S. Washington,
Unknown Location in the Pacific.

Gwen was already on the ship. She had confused a time in the information she received about being accepted and arrived around 2 hours ago. Nonetheless, she walked into the designated room, shown to her earlier by a crew member on deck, and sat down. Gwen looked rather formal for this event, wearing a dress and a jacket to match... although her grenade launcher was slung over her back. She noticed another man in the room, and tried making conversation with him.

"... I'm guessing you were accepted too?"

Gwen didn't want to sound rude, but the sound of silence was a bit unsettling to her.

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The MH-60 touched down on the deck of the USS George Washington, a Nimitz class aircraft carrier. There were several people who flew in on the Sikorsky built helicopter, but none of them spoke to one another. The mood aboard the helicopter may have been deemed solemn, but as most warriors know, it is too loud to hear anyone on an H-60 model helicopter anyway.

Former Sergeant First Class Tyus Morse, stepped off the Knighthawk helicopter and followed the others into the small hatchway creating a door in the Island superstructure on the starboard side of the ship. He followed the others as he headed down to what appeared to be a briefing room. He then took a seat at the rear of the room and sat silently waiting to see what happened next.

As Operator Morse walked along his route, on his heels was a Polish Airborne soldier known as Sierżant Romek Czerepusko. The younger Pole was several inches shorter than the American Delta Operator. He had never been aboard a US Aircraft Carrier, let alone any naval warship of any nation and was amazed at the enormity of what could best be described as a floating city.

When they arrived in the briefing room, Ron, as his friends called him, took a seat on the opposite side of the room as the African American took and three rows up from the back. He also remained silent in his seat waiting to see what happened next. There were only four people in the room now, with others following him from the newly arrived Helicopter.

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Chief Warrant Officer Merlin Bastion looked operator-esque, not formal, not even like he was trying to make an effort, his long, black curly hair poking a little out from the back of his beanie, his blackbeard at full drive, to Hell's Angels extent with a simple ponytail knotted in at the chin, wearing a blue thermal shirt and a pair of MTP-fatigued trousers. And being on the carrier already, sent ahead of the Captain, he had acclimatised to the excess that was an American aircraft carrier, the USS Washington no less. Everyone kept ranting an raving, and he'd been on one before, it was too fucking much. He would rather prefer a smaller ship, a smaller place, more basic. That way, you could actually smuggle a box with a couple of bottles of cider in, the decent tipple. This place was too locked up, in it's own ass, he thought to himself.

He headed down into the bowels of the ship, past the armouries he'd been sitting in for the last three hours, adjusting his weaponry, past the enormous aircraft storage and barrack areas, and past at least a few dozen people already, all shaven, all formal. Then there was him. He knew he didn't fit the usual remit of a soldier, but nobody would dare question him when details were presented, not when the record and track details of who Chief Warrant Officer Merlin "Wizard" Bastion was shown. He headed through another corridor, close to the briefing room, the noise of footsteps behind.

Walking past, Ed bumped into the large Warrant Officer, Merlin looking down from his stout frame, through the narrow corridor. Ed was not as tall as Merlin, and wearing a Auscam shirt and trousers, a boonie hat slung around in his hand, he seemed rather different. Slim, and young, he was newer to this, clearly.
"Shit, you're Merlin Bastion, right?" Ed asked, as Merlin chuckled in a brushing-off tone, Ed sounding confident and keen, already aware of who Merlin precisely was.
"Nah, we get confused a lot. Sorry mate." Merlin said, as he was about to walk away, not really rating the Kiwi he had just spoken to, as Ed ran ahead.
"No, it's definitely you! I've been told you're 2IC of the team, we're meeting in five minutes! Couldn't mistake you, could I?" Ed was keen, too much so, filled with the energy that came with being put into Echo, with the big leagues. The stories he had heard about Merlin were enough to really keep him interested, though Merlin seemed to not care.
"Mate, I've heard the stories, you're a fucking legend in the SOF circles, and-"
"Close to ventilating your eye socket. Calm your shit." Merlin sighed to the Kiwi's keenness, as he turned back to the New Zealander.

"We are meeting in five. You seem like you're gonna be fresh meat, so don't get fucking fried on the fire too fast. What's your name, lad?" Merlin asked, as Ed stopped, taking in the stature of Merlin. They weren't joking, the man stood at least six inches taller, but it was the sheer frame on him, he looked like he could pick up a Minimi and handle it like a rifle, probably terrifying it enough first.
"Cpl Edward Thatcher....they call me Wraith in my old team." He keenly said, still a little enthusiastic at it all.
"Well, you appear to be anything but fucking one, because it's difficult to bump into someone like me." Merlin chuckled slightly and yet sounded terrifying in his tone of voice, his normal sound carrying through the corridor with ease. The Devonian was barely even caring at this point, knowing he was scaring the everloving shit from the younger soldier, sighing, his West Country drawl coming through clean as day. If this was a different era, he'd be a pirate, no question or doubt about that, he already sounded half like one.

Turning back, Merlin kept walking, Ed following behind, as they headed towards the briefing room. Ed seemed to calm himself, as Merlin looked back, feeling a little bad for what he did. Poor lad, he didn't really deserve that. Merlin was like that, he could be a little wrathful at times, well, he could just blur out and not really care at times, he didn't really have a respect for what Ed seemed like he could be at times. He had to at least keep the conversation going.
"I'd suppose you ended up here for good reason then. Haven't really seen Kiwis deployed much."
"Couple tours in Afghan, nothing like you though. I heard that story about that IS executioner, did you seriously decapitate him or-"
"I don't know really, I mean, I think that was the second one that week. I mean, I can't really tell you the truth, or I'd end up in some fucking court somewhere. Let's keep it at rumors, yeah?" Merlin said, knowing that well, a few good people he trusted knew exactly what the last trip to Syria had looked like. Bloody, bloody mess. Though that said, there was a hardened terrorist cell that didn't want the bearded Brit to come and back and hang them in bits on wooden crosses again. Things like that, Merlin didn't enjoy telling people.

Entering the briefing room, they took a seat near the front, Merlin nodding to the Sergeant, as he leaned back in his chair. He turned and saw a woman in a dress of all things, an African-American, and a Pole. He gently locked eyes with each person, his dulled brown eyes firm, and they seemed to take in the mind of every pair of eyes that they saw, weighing them up, evaluating them, processing them analytically, in how they outwardly projected, and seemed to already be. Merlin liked doing that, just knowing what he had on side.

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Hadn't he already been deployed in various parts around the Euqator before being transferred to Task Force Zero, Erik would have thought he'd end up like a dry raisin under that Pacific sun that burned hotter than the cheese and sauce of a pizza just taken out of the oven. But he wasn't melting, thank God. Or thank the top brass who had sent him all over the place to...do stuff.

Erik had been sitting on top of the flight deck, staring out onto the vaste ocean through his aviator-sunglasses when the lovely hum of the aircraft carrier's engine was cut off by helicopters landing just behind him. "...I guess the briefing starts soon then...Oh well, it wasn't like I was doing anything important."

Walking across the flight deck, he quietly followed the newcomers down into the dephts of the Beast itself. "It's a four 5-bladed propellor, driven by two nuclear reactors. You owe me a beer." He said casually to a guy passing him, who turned after Erik with a look of surprise on his face. -"How the fuck did you guess that?"

"Didn't guess. I listened. I prefer dark beer, remember that."

The briefing room was starting to get crowded when Erik entered, only a few who Erik had met. "Hey, my name's Erik. I'm an alcoholic."

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Sebastian "Wolfman" Dabrowski was already in the briefing room with all the others. He decide to be up close and personal. He never chose to not be not within hearing. If he didn't understand he'd pipe up, much to the chagrin of his seniors. He didn't care it was all for the sake of staying alive anyways.

There he watched a few other soldiers having beaten the labyrinth.

Turning his attention back in front of him he smirked silently thinking "I too, am an alcoholic."

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Taylor walked into the briefing room, and her eyes did a quick scan around the room. She had no idea who any of these people were. She saw Adam's Sargent badge however, so she gave him a salute. The Taylor proceeded to sit down and place her duffel bag on the floor next to her. Having quickly taking note that the room (along with some of the others in the briefing room) smelled strongly of alcohol, she shook her head slightly. The private also saw that there were some who had relatively high ranks.

As Taylor sat, she thought to herself. "Certainly looks like there are plenty of folk here who I could be a bodyguard too. Plenty of mid-tier officers who could use somebody who can look out behind for them. I really hope this goes well... It's so cool being next to all these veterans. Look at that guy with the beard! I bet he knows what he's doing."

Then Taylor awaited the words of the highest ranking Sargent, to hear what she was supposed to do.


[System]
Age: 25.

Gender: Female.

Equipment: Old, but, thick winter coat two sizes too big for her. 4" utility knife with some rust. A couple pieces of frozen, cured fish and a can of beans, what kind of fish she doesn't know. Lastly, her old pair of ice skates.

Skills: Sneaking, getting into small spaces, scavenging, rather good night vision, great spatial awareness,

Personality: Makaria is best described as being fairly skittish around people she doesn't know though it does fade the longer she it around them. She is very much a realist when it comes to other people having very little trust to begin with but eventually warming up as her confidence in them does. Though she hates to admit it she is easily frightened but her small size and speed make it more of a boon when danger comes knocking. Its an instinct that bothers her because where she would like to help others out she can't exactly carry or support them which has been a big blow to her self confidence. However, she gets very feisty if cornered or being restrained which usually ends up with her being stuck and frustrated though she has and will break out if given a seconds chance using any means necessary. She is quiet and can go unnoticed most of the time if she doesn't pipe up which can be a gift and a curse depending on her though when in trouble she can get loud quickly which is the only real time she gets particularly vocal.

Pre-Ice Age- Makaria never had much of an impact on her life until right before the new ice age hit. Her wealthy parents had been more than a little protective and controlling when it came to her because she was their only child and they thought she was too fragile to be left to her own devices especially given her habit of getting to places she shouldn't and hiding around. She was born and raised in Finland but she ended up moving around quite a bit once her parents found out she was an extremely good at ice skating. It was the only thing she really ended up knowing how to do after that because there was no way she wasn't going be put in the spotlight by her mother in particular who enjoyed the limelight more than she did. To be fair she would admit that she was never left wanting for much except for some freedom and time alone because she started to despise going out and doing her performances. She eventually disappeared from the public eye having fought her parents over it vehemently until they gave in that she wanted none of it anymore.

Post-Ice Age- Makaria ended up alone quickly after the snow and ice fell being more vulnerable several other survivors or groups didn't think someone like her would last long never knowing just how wrong they were. She had been mostly alone in the family home and had managed to stay there for awhile eventually having to leave and taking what she could. Sure she was small and weak but stupid she is not making use of her own skills to keep alive and keeping moving while staying out of sight if possible. It was a wise thought because if people were going to turn selfish and violent now would be the time and she has been witness to some horrible things that she managed to avoid herself. It was the group that found her however and not the other way around because finding what looked like a single person camp next to a dug out tunnel into a solid snow bank. She hadn't dug the tunnel herself but it was plenty big enough for her to stay out of the wind and keep from freezing while making the fire had been tricky but it let her eat.

Makaria had been less than pleased being woken up by someone moving around outside her makeshift shelter and had at first refused to come out not willing to trust them so easily. It took some prompting but eventually coaxing her out once they had managed to get in through that they weren't hostile or going to mess with her, a rather big fear of hers. She might not have seemed like much at first but showed the skills that kept her alive and fed which would become invaluable when trying to get into old buildings or looking for supplies. She has since sort of warmed up to the others but still keeps her distance a bit while pulling what weight she can to keep herself and the others alive in the cold.

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The brisk, wild wind rattle the cable - like rope. It was sturdy, and crossing ravines was something they had done many times before, but this, this was different. Spears of ice rose up like arrows, piercing the dull, grey sky, intimidating the group, and at the bottom of the ravine, death awaited them, ready to take them from what was left of the world. The first to go across was a tall, slender man, trembling with fear. His skin went pale, and the hair on his back rose, giving him a prickling sensation. His hands trembled as he grasped the rope, and let his body dangle over the ravine. Inch by inch he made his way across the rope. His hands trembled, a little to much, and he lost his grip, falling into the dark abyss with a scream.

He was up next. As leader of the group, he showed boldness, and strength, but under the tough shell, was a spark of fear, that he wouldn't let evolve into a surge of it. He was more experienced, and went on hands and knees, almost inchworming across. The end of the gorge was close, but to him, it was farther. Almost. A little fartner. He was relieved when he felt the cold of the snow and ice shroud his hands. He scurried to the snow, and scrambled up, wiping the powdery substance of his clothes. He looked across at the others, who were now making their way across.

[Assistant] Kito watched the first man fall into the abyss, it was clear he had lacked strength required to live another day; but then again, food was becoming more and more scarce, which typically meant some people went hungry and lost strength in the process. His eyes flickered to the leader of the expedition, he had made it across. Good, at least he still had strength to lead. Kito looked back at the others, some of them had visible signs of hunger, they wouldn't make it across the ravine. Turning his head back to the cable, he stepped forward, grabbing it. He carefully inched himself over the ravine until the ground was no longer there, using his strength, he managed to swing his legs and cross them around the top of the cable. He pulled himself along the line, hand over hand, just as he used to do during his training. He did his best to ignore the brisk wind that howled as he crossed, threatening to blow him down into the abyss with the man before him. When he made it to the other side, he stood and brushed the snow off him, taking a few steps off to the side afterwards. He turned to look at the others, "Some haven't eaten for days, don't expect those people to make it." he said. He turned from the ravine and began searching the immediate area for any sort of tracks, an indication that food would be nearby. He spotted a set a few feet from himself and moved closer, crouching down to examine them. Hmm. Hoofprints. Obviously not horses. Goat maybe? Might be a ram. Regardless, these look a few days old, they're likely not around here anymore. It'd be nice if it was, but it seems unlikely. he thought to himself.

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Makaria shivered looking out over the ravine though it wasn't just the cold causing it but it made a difference. She was not the biggest fan of heights and the new landscape provided endless chances to renew the discomfort the surged up whenever they had to make a crossing. Not helped when the first man to make the attempt fell which made the idea of going across even less pleasant but there really was no other choice as to staying or going. She made her way up next to the cable taking a deep breath to steady herself before starting to slowly inch herself along keeping her eyes up and away from the chasm below giving total focus to staying on the rope. The wind was forcing her to be more cautious with her large coat threatening to catch a gust which would strain her grip or at worst pull her clean off. It took her longer but she made it to solid ground after a close call right at the end causing her to scramble onto the snow wanting to be about as far away from the ravine as possible. It took a little work to calm down afterwards and the small woman was obviously not pleased as she muttered in complaint while getting the now off the larger coat as best she could. Couldn't have just been open area like the last place... She thought annoyed with the environment itself for making her do stupid things like going across a gap.

Makaria deciding against looking back took in what was in front of her trying to see if she could spot anything that stuck out in the white, maybe a building that still managed to be above ground. Nothing jumped out quite yet with the wind stirring up all the snow on the surface making long distance vision damn near impossible drawing a sigh out of the Finn who wouldn't mind being able to worm into a building about now.


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Age: 14 (01/11/13)

Grade: Freshman

Bio: Lucas Ross is an orphan living with Foster parents Theo and Amaretta Jackson. His birth parents had left him at the doorstep of a local firehouse and eventually he found himself shuffling about the system. He wasn't a bad kid, on the contrary he was a very quiet and meek boy, which is why he found himself being exploited by the man he'd been living with when his powers emerged. That had been a tough year, and in the end his guardian had abandoned him once he'd gotten everything he wanted. Social services never knew the details of his time with that man, and Lucas had been too afraid to talk about it. Theo and Amaretta had been a Godsend. The two of them were older, if not quite elderly, and had years of experience with stubborn youths. They've only spent a summer with him, but Lucas was beginning to open up to them, whether he likes it or not!

Appearance: Lucas is a thin boy, Caucasian, raven haired with deep blue eyes that are half hidden behind a pair of large round glasses. His skin is often pale nfrom lack of regular sunlight exposure. A sedentary lifestyle has left him physically average, though his legs are fit due to his daily walks to and from school. He prefers denim shorts or pants, sneakers, and pullover hoodies that have varying lengths of sleeves depending on the weather. He is literally never seen without an odd old smart watch that appears heavily modified.

Personality: The boy is a loner that prefers to sit quietly and people watch. His standoffish behavior and blunt analyses of observations can sometimes be misread as rudeness. Because there are so few people he actually cares for, he is viciously protective of them. The trauma of his past has instilled a fear in Lucas that makes him reluctant to utilize his gift, and he often finds his own traitorous mind calling himself a Freak.

Gift: Technoturge: Like the Thaumaturgists of old who performed miracles with "magic" a Technoturge can perform near-miracles with almost any form of technology. With this gift any broken tech can be repaired with time and the right materials, no matter how severe the damage. Coding and programming languages come easily. The downside is that Technoturges tend to have less understanding of the chaotic nuances of the human condition, making it difficult to socialize.

[User] Celine understood the signal and instantly covered her ears, even though they were shielded by the headphones. She watched as she disappeared through the opening and followed suit. They had to move quickly- while most of the agents were distracted, Celine was sure that the loud bang would have drawn some of their attention. She glanced around, looking for more agents. Her ears were perked, having already gotten used to the outside noises. Now, she was determined to make sure they stayed one step ahead and got out of there.

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As his feet touched the rough carpeted floor beside his companions he tried to deny internally how embarrassing it was to be handled like a toddler by a teen girl.

'Come now Luke, this isn't really the time to let your chauvinistic tendencies get the better of you.'

He readjusted his bag over his shoulder and in doing so caught the faint beeping coming from his watch. The little bugger had been getting a bit too snippy so he'd started ignoring it while they traveled the air ducts. He didn't respond vocally, God knew he didn't want to come off as some kind of crazy person in the middle of their crisis. Looking around the door, which was primarily used by staff, he took notice of the security panel. It was with a heavy heart that he noted this was a model he had already been... acquainted with.

While the others were keeping their eyes and ears open for trouble, he slipped over to the panel, popped off the cover, and casually ripped two of the half dozen wires that connected the silent alarm to the power source. He popped the cover back in place almost as an after thought,

"That should save us the trouble of alerting the entire building... and any cops they have watching the place too."

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When a couple of hours had gone by,Alex awoke from his slumber, he was sore all over, mainly from the rapid transformations.
He saw Kasumi standing over him, she had obviously tossed bandages down at him.
"Wow, did you have to go to school for that? Or does it come natural?"

He reached out to grab the bandages, but noticed he was in still coyote form.
Alex turned to normal, and wrapped the bandages around his wound.
"You ll never make it as a nurse, so don't quit your day job."
Standing slowly to his feet, "I Hope they made it out, I had made a little distraction for them, so they could."

"But don't worry yourself any, us true friends will be there to help."
He turned to walk away, "When I say us, I meant me, later loser."
Alex took form of a Hawk and flew back to the school, circling high above in the sky, looking for his friends.

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Kasumi

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"Cool power, bad mouth, and not even a gratitude."

Kasumi raised her hand. She took another breath and channel the warm energy to accumulate onto her stretched finger, pointed at the flying Alex who currently took shape as a hawk. She made a movement with her arm as if she was pulling a bow string, poised to make a direct release of her inner energy in a manner similar to a bolting arrow. Kasumi's eyes followed the movement of the hawk, her stretched arm served as the targeting guidance, anticipating the direction of the hawk's movement. "You know what, even without this new power, I can crush a bear's heart with this precise power control, and now I can do it in a distance." Kasumi said to herself.

Kasumi took another breath, but for this time she did that to calm herself. "It's not worth it..." Kasumi put her power back into the reservoir core inside her body. "I can't risk myself afflicted by the blow back of this power... I better follow where that hawk is going." Another breathing allowed Kasumi to channel her power to her eyes, then another one to her legs. With such augmentations, Kasumi was able to follow the hawk's movement and her legs were quick enough to catch him up.

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Maximilian Sean MacDowell

Max walked into the school after parking and locking his motorcycle, he was excited for today because he and his bandmates were going to audition for their very first gig. He had texted his friend to meet him in the music room so they could rehearse. He was halfway down the hallway when he heard the P.A. going off, he didn't like the sound of BSI coming into the school to interrogate students. He was worried that he would be found out and experimented on by the government. Max didn't want to use his powers, but if he felt his life would be in danger then he would have to.

But he didn't think that they would try to kill him, however, he was going to have to try and avoid them. Carefully walking along the hallway and towards the room where his third-period drama class was. His plan was to escape through the window and towards his motorcycle.

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.[The hawk landed on top of a security pole, and watched the excitement below him.
He scanned the area looking for any of his fellow classmates, did they get caught already, or maybe they made it out.
Alex thought he recognized a schoolmates being arrested or detained.
He flew from the pole to the roof of the gymnasium, and morphed back into his normal self.
He ran across the rooftop to the door, and opened it quietly, listening for any sounds of danger.
When he heard nothing, he snuck back inside, quietly shuffling down the steps one at a time.
Alex slinked down to the floor and crawled over to the balcony rail, and peaked over.

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"Wow. You have to teach me how to do that sometime!" Ashley complimented Lucas as they slipped through the disarmed door, keeping her eyes peeled for any agents in the staff lot. Luckily, it didn't look like the BSI had thought to keep someone there... or if they had been, they had left when a bear started ripping into their fellows, which she supposed was fair. As annoyed as she was by Alex's actions, she had to admit they were effective.

"Let's see if one of these is unlocked, save us the time of picking the door then hotwiring," She suggested, then started trying door handles. Her eyes flicked over to the row of motorcycles - mostly students', she didn't really understand why the teacher's lot was also the motorcycle lot - but quickly dismissed them. If they were all going to get away, they'd need something more practical.

Startled by the sudden arrival of a hawk, the pigeons in the lot suddenly took off abruptly, almost hitting Ashley as they flew between cars. "What the hell!" She exclaimed, jumping as one's wings brushed her hair. Unfortunately she was still holding a door handle when she jumped, and ripped it right off of the car. The car alarm immediately started blaring and the handle cracked and fell to the ground in tiny pieces as her hands balled into fists, frustration making it hard for Ash to focus. "Oh come on! Can one thing go right today? One stupid thing!" She complained, punching a hole through the car door.

[Assistant]
Maximilian Sean MacDowell

Max could see his bike parked in the parking lot, he was half way towards his bike when he was stopped by some men in black suits. "Stay where you are, you will need to come with us to be questioned." This made Max turn to face the group of men coming towards him. "Why? What is going on?" He asked, trying to play innocent. "That is confidential, we will tell you everything you need to know once you come back to HQ." One of the men trying to grab his arm, his instincts kicked in kicking one of the men in the stomach. Turning around and placing the man's chin on his shoulder, Slamming down on his butt hitting the stunner.

 Quickly spinning around and using his powers. Pointing his fingers at another agent, firing a telepathic bullet at his hand to disarm him. He was not going to kill anyone, so he was trying to incapacitate them. Trying to get back onto his feet while firing.

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Lucas stood beside Quiet-girl watching Captain Subtlety add destruction of property to the list of charges the BSI jerks would be using to hold them. Honestly, he wasn't even bothered by her blunder so much as he was exasperated by the day, a sentiment she clearly shared. He heard the frightened little beeps his watch chimed out while they watched her take out her frustration on the poor car.

Internally he hoped this was their cruel gym teacher's car.

He walked over to the vehicle and found that she had successfully opened the door, even if the damage made the hinges difficult to move. After getting the door open wide enough he slid into the driver's seat. His eyes briefly flashed as he scanned over the interior, his mind flashing with an understanding of the make and model, down to the parts required to build it. Most of the information was the same as usual, so he focused on the important bits. With only a little pulse of his cursed powers the alarm was blissfully silent.

He hopped out of the car and heaved a small sigh, his shaky fingers busying themselves with adjusting his glasses, "Before all the kings horses and men in black storm the lot, we should probably pick another one, sans holes." He nudged the debris that had been a door handle, "..and with working door mechanisms."

[Assistant] The car alarm had startled Celine, but she was ready to move quickly. She shifted forward, moving to another car that was not too far away and motioned for the group to follow. She didn't want to be the leader but knew that the agents would be moving quickly towards them. It was already far too late for another plan to take place. She hoped they could get into the car soon. Her head perked up for a minute- listening to all the sounds around them. There was the car alarm, other traffic from the highway- but more... something closer. Footsteps towards the outer doors. "We gotta move.... like now!" she said, her eyes getting wide as she realized they only had minutes left for their escape.

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Alex could hear a lot of commotion outside, as if more Agents were showing up.
He quickly made his way back out onto the roof, just in time for a heavily armed black helicopter came into view.
" Stop..right there, hands on your head."
Alex did the opposite, and ran towards the edge of the roof, and jumped.
He vanished before their very eyes.
"Where the hell did he go?"
Alex changed into the form of a humming bird and quickly flew towards his friends.

[Assistant]
Maximilian Sean MacDowell

When Max got back onto his feet, he looked around the parking lot seeing a couple of people noticing the commotion. He kept firing his "bullets" into the legs of the agents, He could see that he was lessening their numbers. "Hi can i get some help here?" He yelled out hoping that they would come rescue him. One of the agents pulled out a taser and was aiming to hit Max in the shoulder, Max trying dodging the taser, but it grazed him causing him to fall on the ground. "God damn it." The punk screamed as another agent armed with a baton came over to try and hit him in the leg.

[User]
Lucas heard the shout for aide and only just caught sight of the commotion being caused closer to the building. He didn't recognize Mr. Buzzcock, but the fancy finger banger was obviously being overwhelmed. Luke wasn't a fighter, but Theo had taught him to never ignore someone in need.

'Do what you can, remember to use what God gave you, son.'

The punk's shout of pain was the call to action. His glowing blue eyes scanned the vehicles near him in a blink. There wasn't much advanced tech to be found among the teacher's lot, so he settled on a moped that was parked among the motor bikes. He placed a hand on the seat and released a small pulse, eyes shimmering briefly. He whispered a short command, nothing complicated; the little thing was hardly capable of responding to his power.

"Sick'em."

With a roar of it's tiny engine, off went the little steed with all haste in a wobbly line toward the battle. Baton-man went down with a dull thud of metal-meets-bad guy. The collision sent him right into taser-bro, resulting in a heap of jerk bag.


[System]
Description(pic is cool to):
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Personality: Alex is that of a warrior. She refuses to give up, both in heart and in mind. She fights for what she wants, though there are struggles where what she wants changes. Alex holds secrets, many dark, of her past and her present, and some of which she wants to do in future. Though many thoughts taint her mind, Alex tries to do what she wants. She can be quite irritating, and she can also, at times, be quite insubordinate. She is also quite hooked on alcohol.
Vanguard Type(1 and 2 gen are only available): Generation 2
Vanguard Look and Description of weaponry: Alex' Vanguard, Hawk, is not very tall, however it compensates for this in speed. It is made to get around very easily, with the ability climb or even jump. Such an overhaul on the hydraulics of the Vanguard has left little room for ammunition of kinetic weaponry, so the ends of the mech's fingers have been sharpened into the edge of a blade. The fingers can merge together to form a blade, one in each hand. The mech's hands also contain ranged electrical charges, which can be used to shoot a target at a distance.
Vanguard Size( Nothing over 65m please): 45m
Country Vanguard Representing: Scotland
Bio(can be short): Alex' early life consisted of many fights, physical and mental, against odds of which were bad. Many times, she pulled through, and others, she faltered. This built up her strength, heavily. The Highlands of Scotland were not a happy place to be, but yet she stayed there. Though she has a brutelike nature, she studied and tried to work her way into the military. Upon her eighteenth birthday, she went down south, to Edinburgh, and defeated everyone in the bar in a bar fight after she had indulged in her first alcoholic beverage, the one that got her hooked.

The days after her birthday Alex signed up, and was granted access into the military. She passed through basic training, and then received another message after training. The message claimed that she was being transferred into a specialist team, and included lots of details. Eventually, she got into the team to fight the Kaiju.

[User]
June 1st,2027
New York City,USA

The 2nd main base of the UN Vanguard station called the "Irondome" is in New York City. As the most populous city on the eastern seaboard and an important trading route with other countries the UN decided that this would be a place with more than two Vanguard protecting it and also serves training rookies in how to fight Kaiju. The Tritons always send a Kaiju to the Eastern sea board around once a week and is perfect for rookies graduating to full on pilots. This new patch of pilots are from new countries who recently took a dabble in the Vanguard program and send them here. Right now most are in the Irondomes social areas such as the living room and the cafeteria almost set up as a school since many of the pilots are young. However their last test is coming up closer then once thought......

Bermuda Triangle(Triton capital)

(Translated from Triton) "Sir,our spies have found out that the human base at...York has a new batch of rookies from different human countries." A deep blue Triton with armor on says and bows to a Triton on a beautiful golden throne in a sadly dimmed room over looking the underwater city.

 "More...how many of them do we need to kill before they realize no matter what they do nothing will help them!" The Triton on the throne signs and then proceeds,"Send them a welcoming gift of three of our beast, Gragin, General of the Eastern Seas!"

"Yes sir." The Gragin says getting up from bowing and swimming away.

[Assistant]
"And then she said, 'You aren't allowed to drink while on duty'. I shrugged and then dumped the bottle of scotch in the disposal."
The three men around the young woman looked surprised. "You? Dumping a good bottle of scotch? Doesn't sound like it."
"I went back for it after she left."
The men laughed, and then watched as she downed another few gulps of a bottle of scotch. Alex Anderson was now in the 'living room', talking to a trio of others that were there to relax. The scotch had originally not been allowed, however, since she was now off duty, she was allowed to drink it. Unfortunately, another person was there, someone she hated. She didn't know his name, however he always seemed to try and take her on. "Oh, no, here he comes."

"Hey, Alex, you were supposed to get rid of that, right, twit?" Alex shook her head at the man. "Lance, I'm off duty. I can do whatever I want, including telling you to sod off." She got onto her feet, looking the man in his eyes. "I'm not gonna do that for you, Scot," He says. "Now, give me the scotch." He reaches for the bottle in Alex's hand, and his hand is simply swatted out of the way with her own hand. She puts down the scotch as Lance looked at his hand. "You should not have done that," Lance growls. Alex knew that he didn't like to look weak. She quickly rewards his sudden punch with a parry and an open palmed strike to the chest. Alex was much better trained than the engineer, and she showed it right there, with the trio that originally had been talking to Alex now clapping. Alex sidesteps to avoid a second punch, and then dives on him, knocking him over, before she climbs to her feet. She didn't want to beat him up, as that would get her into another 'detention' with an officer. She left the now unconscious Lance on the ground and sat back down. "Hey, who drank out of my bottle?" A pair of the trio point to one of them, and the man suddenly goes red. Alex laughs, gives him a wink, and then continues to drink.

[User]
Akira walked through the IronDrome looking around at all of the Vanguards and personnel and chuckling to him self as two others got into a small confrontation. He walked over to the small group and bowed politely.

"Your form was quite excellent." he said to the woman now holding a bottle of scotch. "May I ask where you trained?" he added his curiosity getting the better of him.
He wanted to calm himself before he got to worked up.

(Sorry the post is so short. on my phone and writers block)

[Assistant] Sam was in his cabin. He was doing some push-ups, just for the sake of keeping fit in such a crowded place. Luckily for him, he didn't need to train much longer. "Sam Spark, report to hangar three for Vanguard testing." The intercom said. Sam smiled as he got up from the floor. A new Vanguard going live was always a cool thing to see, but this time, it was his Vanguard. He walked out of his room, and headed for hangar three. Once there, he watched as the Alpha Marksman faced the door of the hangar. He knew it for sure, this Vanguard would be the new main defense of humanity. He started making his way for the head.

[User] Alex hears someone that did not belong to her new trio of 'friends', and she turns to face the newcomer. In reply to the man's comment, she replies, "Thank you. I trained in... Life. You do not want to know where I have come from." Alex replies, crossing her arms. "Though, military training did help quite a bit, but I was already tough." She says, bowing her head slightly before she takes a swig of her bottle.


[System]
Personality:
Fae is incredibly nerdy; a lover of fantasy, sci-fi, music and mystery, it takes a bit to scare her. Known for being cheery, gentle, easy going and playful, she seems to have a minor case of ADHD, particularly shown in her strong, hyper focused affinity for computers and/or anything mechanical. In addition to being overly curious, Fae stays true to the Blake name, often getting herself almost hurt, or into trouble, especially when she is disassembling machines against one's wishes. Though shy around typically large creatures, she absolutely adores animals, especially birds, as they, technically, have a close relation to dinosaurs.

Skills & Abilities:
-Computer Skills
-Taking Apart and Building Machines
-Map Making

Portrayed By: Whitney Able (adult)
Nickname(s)/Alias(es): Dia, Dee, Dye, Anna.
Gender: Female.
Hair Color: Dark Brown.
Eye Color: Deep-Blue.

Sexuality: Lesbian.

Occupation(s): Archaeologist (formerly), Fashion Designer (full-time), Swim Instructor (volunteer)
Affiliation: Mystery Inc.

Family:
-John Dinkley (father)
-Velma Dinkley (cousin)
-Dale Dinkley (uncle)
-Angie Dinkley (aunt)

Dianna is a rather good-looking woman; her hair is always up in a neat Pony-tail or braid, her clothes are often crisp and clean. She is skinny, but not excessively; her body is surprisingly lean due to her swimming. Due to her swimming and her stints with Archeology, her skin is slightly tanned, a few freckles down her arms and over her nose and cheeks.

Personality:
Dianna was always known her creativity, whilst being the 'Pretty Woman', which easily got her into the Fashion industry. Being dotted over by others from her looks, people often say she was the beauty whereas Velma, whom she cherishes, and never leaves behind, was the brains. Due to this, Dianna is a bit depressed, and a loner, who's very unsure about her own intellect. In addition, even at work, she is curious albeit not that outgoing, with not that many friends, and often left to herself, either seen daydreaming or zoning out, whilst taking notes whenever something comes across her mind.

Skills & Abilities:
-Clothing and Costume making.
-Good Baker.
-Knowledge of Dinosaurs.
-Strong Swimmer.
-Strong Lungs.

Portrayed By: Jennifer Love Hewitt (adult)

[User]
"You have no reason to be sorry!" Fae blurted out as Maggie apologized for not inviting them, "You had no real reason to know." She said, Dianna giving a nod.
The two girls kind of just stayed quiet while they got closer to the island before they saw the island. Fae's eyes suddenly lit up at the sight of everything.

"You're not allowed to pull anything apart." Dianna said offhandedly towards Fae, who shot her a childish glare, something that hadn't been done since the break up. Dianna gave a laugh and grinned towards Maggie, everything was so comfortable again; everything just felt... Good.
As they walked onto the pier, Dianna wobbled slightly as she stepped off the boat, Fae moving quickly to help her friend with a grin, offering her hand towards Maggie to help her down too.

As the crowd slowly gathered around them, Fae slowly slinked closer to her friends in mild fear of the large group of college students. She cleared her throat before her eyes were caught by the statue as they walked closer to it. As the man stepped out from behind it, her eyes lit up and she moved to step forward, Dianna moving to grab her shirt to pull her back.
"Gauk!" Fae yelped as Dianna pulled her under her arm with a bigger grin.
"She hasn't chanced has she?" Dianna said towards Maggie before she noticed her eyes narrowing. She looked towards the male before she looked him up and down almost quizzingly, "But you're the one who sent the letters right?" She asked after a bit of silence.

[Assistant]
Maggie allowed Fae to help her down from the boat, although she did kind of lost a little bit of balance, due to being used to the swaying of the ferry. Thankfully, in only a few seconds, Rogers gained what she could of her bearings. She chuckled at the impulsive antics of the other girl, having to find this amusing. Good thing Dianna's reflexes were faster. "...oh, yes!", the owner said, after a pause of what the said-girl asked him, shortly before he signaled them to follow.

Maggie didn't hesitate to follow after the man with the rest of the gang. At the same time, she wasn't really sure of what to make of him. He seemed friendly, but the earlier feeling that she had, back on the plane, was lingering. "Now, I am in great need of help. I believe that somebody here is casting a spell upon the students", he explained. "Have you noticed anything different between those arriving, and those departing?", he asked, giving them a moment to observe. Velma gazed at the departing line. "They look like regularly-behaved college students".

"Precisely. But they haven't when they arrived", Emile explained. "The ones arriving seem normal; they're energetic and fun. But the ones departing, well...they weren't the same as when they had arrived". As if on cue, in the distance, one of the arriving male students approached a departing female, who he seemed to know for quite some time...until she suddenly assaulted him, surprisingly, in a physical sense. She lifted him off the ground by his shirt, and practically threw him, covering great distance! It was like she had superhuman strength! Maggie watched in disbelief, having to find it a little hard to believe that what she saw was real, and that Mondavarious may be right on his claim.

Biting his lip, the owner turned to them. "I'm terrified for the young people here, and I don't want to lose this place. The people coming off of that barge; the people that I love most, they're in great danger. Will you help me?", the owner asked, nearly begging for their help.

"I'm gonna solve this one first", Velma declared, already eager. "Not if I solve it first", Fred countered. "You guys are gonna look like total idiots when you're captured, and I'm the one saving you", Daphne said, having to already turn on her heel, and walk towards the hotel; the others not far behind. Maggie looked at the three, as they went their separate ways, frowning once more in disappointment. And so, the tension continued. Just like from two years ago. The mystery itself was intriguing, so Maggie put on her best smile, and turned to the man.

"I'm sure you're doing great business here, Mister Mondavarious. We will do what we can here to help", she said, although at the same time, she was quite concerned, regarding the competition between the other three that may happen for the next few days. Shaggy looked at her, having to remain quiet and relaxed, not even bothering to get in the middle of the squabble; just letting it go. He tried to settle things last time, but it ended breaking them all up. So, he found it necessary to not try again, mainly due to his fear of making it worse. Plus, the brother knew that this was affecting his sister, no matter how hard she tried to hide it.

Mondavarious was glad to hear their responses, having to sound relieved that he got some help. "This is marvelous! Just marvelous! I guess we should celebrate with a little Spookapalooza", he said. "S-S-Spookapalooza? Ruh-oh!", Scooby exclaimed, having to stutter at hearing the one word, hidden within the name.

After she was happy to give the others help with their bags, Maggie found herself sharing a room with them. Due to the later weather turning warm yet humid, she changed into something for the evening: White tennis-shoes, a pair of bell-bottom jeans with a belt, and a red, sleeveless tank-top. The only thing missing, would be her denim jacket. Pieces of her long brown hair was still clipped back, while the rest still draping down to her back and mid-chest.

Rogers was just walking into the two-person bathroom, until she spotted Fae standing in front of the sink, looking at her wrist.
"You doing alright?"

[User]
Fae and Dianna both jumped when they watched the woman throw the male, Fae looked to the owner momentarily as he continued to speak before she looked to the others, who started bickering.
Dianna turned to Fae momentarily before she looked over towards the rest of the Gang, giving a weak smile towards Shaggy and Scooby as they started. Both Fae and Dianna moved to look to Maggie as she spoke again.

"I'd be more than willing to help." Fae said with a nod before she looked to Maggie and Dianna and hooked her arms around theirs. "As long as we work together." She said with a tilt of a head and a smile.
"Spookapaloza?" Dianna asked with a tilt of her head as it was mentioned, especially since Scooby repeated it.

Once they got into the rooms, Fae made her way into the bathroom to get changed while Dianna and Maggie stayed out in the proper room.
Fae had started to change into a slightly more... fancy top, a small button up red-and-black plaid shirt paired with black jeans. She had to wash her hands real quick, and pulled off her bracelet to get under it without getting it wet; she was halfway through when Maggie's words echoed through her ears.
"I'm fine!" She said with a wide, awkward smile. She moved to hide her hands behind her back quietly without another thought.

Dianna went through her clothes quietly, pulling out a long skirt to put on, with a long off-white t-shirt with a small flower pattern. It was something she had made herself at least. She changed quickly and pulled out a yellow hoodie with red petals over it, with a large red rose on the back of it; It wasn't her best piece, but it was something she was proud of.

[Assistant]
It made all the more sense for them to change their attires, since they were now in a more tropical setting, instead of the cool, suburban outskirts of their hometown. The island was nicely laid out, financially and theme-wise; it certainly had a vacation-feeling to it, being a resort and all, but everyone in the gang knew that this wasn't the time to treat it as such, especially since Velma, Daphne, and Fred would get too caught up in their ambition to a game of "one-up". However, that didn't mean that they couldn't try to blend, hence the reason why the three girls decided to change clothes, and settle in, before starting their investigation.

Fae's instinctual response made Maggie narrow her eyes, and tilt her head. While Dianna was working out her attire, Rogers scanned the other's face, before glancing at the hand she put behind her back. She looked back up at her, before giving an innocent smile, and leaning against the doorway. "You can tell me anything, Fae", she simply said, choosing not to poke around in her business. "Even after two years, we're still here for you; you know that", Maggie added, shortly before turning back to watch Dianna. "Best we look our part in this mystery, ladies. We don't want to miss the Spookapalooza", she said, with a grin.

Once they were ready, the trio ventured to the entertainment grounds, where certain performances were being held, with music playing over them. Fire breathers and twirlers - even performers thriving in tribal music. While the events may seem to be entrancing and enticing, the girls were on a mission, and have agreed to meet up at one of the tables near the bar to discuss their findings. Maggie managed to interview a few people, both employee and visitor, but strangely, no one claimed to have encountered anything unusual. That's odd - there were no witnesses, aside from Mondavarious. The taller girl sipped her drink at one of the tables, shortly before spotting Shaggy playing the crane game...and winning a prize for the blonde girl he was talking to, a few hours ago, on the plane.

[User]
Fae's smile suddenly dropped when Maggie mentioned she could tell her anything, "I know, It's just... It's been so fucking long." She said, tears starting to slowly bubble in her eyes.
Dianna walked in slowly as she heard Fae swear, knowing she barely swore unless she was very angry or stressed. "What's going on-" She started before she saw Fae holding her wrist.

"Fae..." She started before Maggie mentioned about the Spookapalooza. "Right, I'm ready." She said as she looked down to herself before looking to Maggie and Fae.
Fae had managed to change into dark black skinny jeans with a black tank top, which revealed small cuts and marks over her shoulders and back. "I'll explain things when we get back." Fae said as she readied herself to leave, "Come on."

They went together to the entertainment grounds, Fae immediately was entranced by the atmosphere and she stopped in her tracks, allowing Dianna and Maggie to continue onwards.
Dianna walked off from the other two girls and started trying to strike up conversation with anyone she could in order to ask if anyone saw anything abnormally; annoyingly no one had anything to report. She looked around to try and find her Cousin but couldn't see her either, and now she was too far away to find Fae or Maggie. Damn Fae and her short stature.

Fae snapped back to reality as she was bumped into by Scooby, who was walking around finding places to eat.
"Scoob!" Fae said with a small smile, moving to run her hand in the great danes fur, "Seen anything weird yet?" She asked, trying not to panic at the fact she couldn't see over anyone around her.
"I don't know where to start.." She uttered to herself, glancing sideways to notice a male watching her quietly before she moved towards one of the fire breathers to just take in the atmosphere.


[System]
* 𝐀𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐬(𝐞𝐬):

	+ Amy
	+ "The Messenger"
	+ Marty
* 𝐀𝐠𝐞:

	+ 25
* 𝐒𝐞𝐱:

	+ Female
* 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲:

	+ Serious, for the most part, but that's primarily attributed to the events that have transpired in her life as of late. She can just as easily become the social butterfly around a group of individuals if the mood fits. Amelia has somewhat of a short temper when things don't go as planned, although she's been working on her attitude as picking a fight with the wrong person can get one seriously injured or killed.

	Amelia doesn't necessarily have a preference whether she's alone or with a group of people. She realizes that there are advantages and disadvantages to both. Her best attribute is her ability to keep a secret. People can always trust her with their information unless it's putting someone else at risk, then she will tell whomever necessary.
* 𝐁𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐟 𝐇𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲:

	+ Born and raised in Cuba to a surgeon and pediatrician, Amelia never had to worry much about a decent upbringing. She started learning English while in Kindergarten, and a few years later she had nearly perfected the language. When she turned 12, her parents moved the family to Spain to start over, so to speak. They were met there by a cousin who helped them out until they were able to settle down.

	Amelia continued studying English while living in Spain. She loved the language and ultimately, she planned on becoming a writer or maybe a university professor down the line. On occasion, her parents traveled throughout Europe for work, leaving the girl alone at home during her teenage years. She never minded the privacy, but would periodically get herself in trouble and would later be reprimanded by her parents upon their return.

	Because her parents' last trip was to Germany, they obviously never made it back. It took nearly half a year since Amelia last heard from them before she initiated her search. Shortly after her arrival, she heard the unfortunate news of their passing. This nearly made the young woman grab a gun and pull the trigger on herself, but she realized that's the last thing her parents would have wanted for her so instead, she stuck around to be near them "in spirit". Amelia would visit her parents' grave on a daily basis, but as time passed, she visited every other day, concentrating more on her role as messenger.

	Currently, Amelia keeps herself busy delivering messages and certain contraband in exchange for money.
* 𝐖𝐞𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐧𝐬:

	+ Glock 17
	+ Folding knife
	+ Brass knuckles

[User]
Neasa had been fully prepared for a fight. She figured she had the upper ground, considering the guy had been asleep and she had a gun to his face. If it wasn't a fight, then she was expecting fear, maybe some begging. Honestly, anything but his completely nonchalant attitude. For a moment she just stared at him, trying to figure out if he had said what she actually thought.

"Did... Did you just ask me about my morning?" It was a dumb question, but she was just so dumb-founded she wasn't sure what else to do. She stepped back a bit, but didn't exactly lower her gun. Just because he was weird didn't mean he was safe. Maybe he was just using this as a tactic to catch her off guard. Well she wasn't falling for it.

"What the hell were you doing? What are you doing here? And who are you?"

[Assistant]
Unholy

Gideon looked around first at Max then back to the guy asking for his attention. His pint still in his hand as he turned on his stool. He spoke casually, eyeing the newcomer's nervous ticks.

"What exactly is it that you want? I specialize in a variety of different products from a bunch of different places, if that's what you're looking for."

He took another sip of his glass, enjoying the cold brew and the feeling the buzz starting to kick in from the lack of food in his stomach, which would be remedied shortly.

[User]
Amelia had been walking for goodness knows for how long, without as much of a sign of Stalkers nearby. Either she had some incredible dumb luck, or they were patiently waiting to ambush her. But when she started noticing some sign of "civilization" in the distance, Amelia's anxiety slowly disappeared as she picked up the pace to avoid any last-minute surprises.

Eventually, Amelia reached some tavern on the side of the road and hurriedly made her way in. She was long overdue for a bit of food and water, and even though thoughts of what might have occurred to Dmitry plagued her mind, she had to focus on herself at the moment. Later on, when things settled down again, she would attempt to find him. If he was alive, that is.

Inside the bar, Amelia eagerly took of her gear as she made her way to a small empty table. On the way there, she accidentally bumped into the back of someone's chair, dropping her bag on his lap.

"Shit, I'm sorry about that," she said a little flustered, trying to ignore the stares of some of the other bar patrons.

Unholy

Please let me know if I need to change anything. First time I interact with someone else in this game.

[Assistant]
Relieved, Scott let out a barely noticeable sigh and took a couple of steps away from his gear to appear less threatening. He had a good feeling about this person. That feeling got better when he... she, evidently, seemed taken aback and stammered out her first question.

"Well, yes I did," he replied. He had taken his mask off before taking his nap as well, so any solace that could be found in anonymity was pretty much gone. Still, the way he saw it, the air in this part of The Zone was fairly clean, and his geiger counter wasn't going off more than usual, so he figured why not?

"Well, what I was doing should be fairly obvious. As for why here, there was a couch," he said, gesturing to the sofa he had been laying down in a moment before. "And who I am is a man who is just trying to live and let live... mostly. I'm also not a threat to you as long as you're not a threat to me, alright? Let's just be cool." he said, still retaining his calm.

"What about you? Can I interrogate you now?" he said, jokingly.

[User]
Neasa wasn't sure if he was the bravest person in this hellhole or the dumbest. Maybe both. To brazenly sleep without any traps around him; she had snuck up on him easily. He could have been killed. Then again, maybe it was a good thing she had been the one to find him. Not that she really should be caring so much about a stranger dying from his own stupidity. And yet, she was. Guess The Zone hadn't killed all of her basic human decency.

She lowered her gun, but kept it in her hands, ever cautious and paranoid.

"Sorry," she sighed. "Just, surprised I guess. You haven't been here long, have you? Live and let live is more for the outside than in here. You'll get yourself killed being so trusting."

[Assistant]
Andrew pondered the question for a bit, unsure of how to word what he wanted and if he should even ask this man.

"I'm new to the area, I was hoping someone would help me out by showing me around."
Andrew had been about to ask Gideon what he meant by "specializing in different products" when he was interrupted by Amelia's bag hitting his lap. He jumped with fright as the sudden weight hit him, but he shook it off the same as any other jump-scare. Andrew propped the bag on an arm before it could fall to the ground and relinquish it's contents to the dirty floor. With his free hand he wrapped the strap of his camera around his neck so that he could free up his arm to grab the bag. He whipped his head around to see who had assaulted him so.

Andrew almost lost his temper, after all he was just rudely interrupted by a complete stranger and in a way that scared the daylights out of him. However, the embarrassed grin on Amelia's face saved her. In that moment he'd forgotten that he was in a room full of dudes with guns. He understood, if only barely, that he was in a room full of people. All of them will have had their own demons. In that instant, he actually got curious, and let his mind wander.

He grumbled to the girl, "It happens, don't worry about it." He gripped the bag in one hand and reached out to hand it back to her. "You seem tired, why don't you sit down?"

@TemplarKnight07 You won't really need to change anything in your posts with me unless you metagame/godmod

[User]
The young woman was actually very relieved when she was offered a seat at the stranger's table. The fact that she at the very least expected the man to lash out at her for her foolish mistake spoke volumes of the experiences she's had ever since her arrival to the Zone. Not that all encounters were negative—just the majority of them.

"Yes, I am...thank you," she said as she took possession of her bag once more and pulled out a chair to sit directly across the man whose privacy she hadn't invaded. Amelia hugged her bag in front of her as she very casually leaned back on the chair, the instant relief she felt made obvious as she closed her eyes for a moment before very slowly sitting up to properly address the strangers.

"I'm Amelia, but you're more than welcomed to call me Amy. That's what everybody does, unless they're extremely pissed off at me—you know, like a parent using their child's full name when they're scolding them."

Amelia gave them a slight smile at the simplicity of the small satisfaction she felt using such analogy.

Unholy

[Assistant]
Scott allowed himself to relax a little when the woman lowered her gun. He decided to let himself fall back onto the couch and relax. He doubted there was much of a point in her letting him live now only to stab him in the back later. He sat down and propped one leg on top of the other. He chuckled a little bit at her statement about him not being in the zone long. "I've been here a couple months, give or take. I honestly just don't think it's worth being worried about what could happen in my sleep. What are the odds of being stabbed in the neck in my sleep, out here, basically isolated, versus a trading post with very not-private bedrooms that pretty much anyone could walk into? Just my two cents."

He allowed himself to get comfortable on the ratty looking sofa. The cushions were covered by a relatively clean sheet that Scott had found earlier, but underneath it one could tell it was pretty old and worn down. "Make yourself at home, take a load off. Name's Scott, by the way. Lot of people call me Joker though, when they're not busy calling me an asshole, that is. What's your story?"

[User]
"Nice to meet you Amy, I'm Andrew. I don't have a nickname though, just Andrew. Now let's get you something to eat and drink, you look a little pale."
Andrew was about to get up and order some for her, when he remembered that he was in the middle of a conversation.
"I was just talking to Max here about finding someone who could help me out. When I get back, Max, I wanna know what you mean by you 'specialize in different products.'"

@TemplarKnight07It's intentional that I think Gideon is Max, by the way.

[Assistant]
Gideon looked back over at Max by the bar and at Andrew talking to him, himself still slightly speechless as he watched Andrew walk over to order from the actual Max. He'd have to clarify that sooner rather than later. In the meantime, he kept his expression neutral and thought briefly on Andrew's offer.

Normally Gideon didn't like partners, particularly inexperienced ones. Inexperienced people often could attract unwanted attention in The Zone, as Andrew was evidently showing just by his interactions in the bar here. On the other hand, there were practical benefits to having multiple backs, eyes, ears, sets of hands, and guns in various situations, regardless of experience. Plus, he could stand to make more profit just by showing this guy around and the ropes along with whatever Max had in mind so long as it didn't get them killed. Its not like he intended to go storm a bandit camp or ambush an armed convoy headed for The Ring or some other openly gung-ho shit anyway. He was here to make money, and avoid dying while doing it.

Amidst his thoughts, he politely acknowledged Amy at the table, leaning in to talk to her quietly.

"Greetings, people around here call me Owl, actually. Name's not Max either, I'll have to fill that in to our fellow when he gets back here, but pray don't tell him, there's a first lesson I can show him in it all by the end of this if we actually do agree on some sort of job and he hasn't figured it out."

Leaning back on to his stool, he discretely glanced over at where Andrew had walked over to, taking another sip of his pint. Max would get a chuckle out of this if when he found out, if it all worked as Gideon intended.

[User]
"Ah, I see..." Amelia replied, shifting her weight as she looked over at Andrew who was getting her something to drink as well as some food.

"Should I be careful around him?" she suddenly asked, leaning forward to close some distance between Owl and herself. She had somewhat of a concerned look on her face, but for good reason. Needless to say, she was a little bit suspicious of this Owl guy as well. Maybe Amelia was being overly cautious, but she certainly didn't have anything to lose by asking a couple of questions.

Unholy


[System]
Normal Appearance:

Alternate form:

Former faction: Autobots

Role: Ground / Fire Support

Weapons and tools:
* Energon Tomahawk
* Neutron Assault Rifle
* 2x Thermo Rocket Launcher

Personality: Turbulence seemingly forever sees himself under the command of someone higher up and that's just fine by him... except when said CO gets themselves deactivated permanently, Turbulence is then quick to refer over to the next ranking officer up on the food chain. The Autobot soldier does not feel okay with the idea of being a leader and the job's heavy responsibilities it comes with. Turbulence would rather be on the frontlines receiving taking orders than giving them.

It's quite possible the transforming gunship suffers from too little self-confidence and more than enough worry; which is unfortunate and unusual given the number of battlefield accommodations Turbulence had unknowingly earned by his previous commanding officers. Turbulence is quite the tactical genius when it counts and is often openly insightful on a lot of topics, especially during the flow of battle where he can quickly coordinate with his fellow Autobots on the ground and air.

History: Surprisingly, Turbulence at one point had nearly joined the Decepticons, being one of the many unhappy mechs professing their frustrations with the corrupt Senate at the time. However, he soon learned that the Decepticon's earliest insurgencies were not what he had in mind as a just cause to get behind and quickly joined the Autobot faction once they emerged. He eventually found himself on the frontlines; somewhere he had been trying to avoid during the first volleys of the conflict.

But it was the battlefield he had probably belonged on in the first place. Turbulence showed an unfamiliar sense of battlefield prowess much of the early Autobot-aligned Cybertonians at the time lacked; being more civilian formed militias than the battle-hardened gladiators and angry mobs of the Decepticons. During one heavy engagement with the Decepticons, Turbulence spent several cycles in his Alt. Mode supporting allied troops, only topping off on Energon and ammunition when he ran nearly dry on both reserves.

Turbulence's current unit face incredible fighting in the defense against a Decepticon counter-attack while much of the Autobot's primary command and elite soldiers would take the war off-world in search of a new energy source as Cybertron's own resources would soon be on the verge to a non-renewable or reversible state. His platoon would soon be demolished and completely scattered due to the hard struggle. Turbulence soon found himself without any targets and even worse, no allies or any command to rally back with and left alone in uninhabited wasteland.

Extras and additional information:
* Has a tendency to remain in Alt. Mode as opposed to his more sapient form.
* Chassis has be modified for easy-accessible maintenance due to a history of damaging engagements.
* Voice - Steve Blum
* Theme - Transformers: War for Cybertron OST - Transport Flight

Relations with other characters:
* Prism - (Coming Soon)
* Sklog - (Coming Soon)
* Nightscream - (Coming Soon)
* Cyclonus - (Coming Soon)

[User]
"You know what I meant," Turbulence growled as the Nightscream hit the lights in the vault, slowly illuminating the unusual mass within its depths.

A hologram however of the object suddenly appeared before the trio, showing them an unusual organism strikingly similar to Blackarachnia. Nightscream began to divulge on about a secret project that would revolutionize the lives of future Cybertronians; if there were any Cybertronians left that is. The idea was to decrease the natural dependency by introducing solar energy as the primary power source. But what was far more noticeable was just how organic it the protoform on the holographic display was. Of course once the Con mentioned the infamous Shockwave's name, Turbulence was suddenly not all that stunned anymore about this terrifying creature before them.

But what Turbulence was becoming very uneasy about was that Nightscream was intending on putting Sklog's spark and brain and who knows what else into the experimental chassis. Turbulence was sure against the idea, likely Prism too, and Sklog would probably, if not definitely protest as well but the Dinobot did not appear all that aware, given his degrading condition. What was worse was that the rather femme prototype wasn't entirely guaranteed to save Sklog if it was utilized. However, what other options were there? The only smart one here with medical expertise was Nightscream and she was defaulting to transplanting Sklog's crucial inner-workings into this hybrid. While Turbulence would object immediately had the circumstance been different, preventing the only thing that could save Sklog would undoubtedly kill the Dinobot. Even if Sklog were against the procedure himself, Turbulence may never have would have forgiven himself for the death of another friend.

There were plenty of lives, now joined with the Allspark, he regretted not saving; one more death would be one to many.

"Right," muttered Turbulence as he readied his side of the prototype chassis, awaiting Prism's support in all of this.

[Assistant]
Prism was silent for quite a while, having replayed one of the only fully fleshed out memories she had. It was her fault that Sklog was in this mess, and it was her fault that Sklog might not even be sklog anymore. Moving him into a new body was deemed inhumane by her, especially one that functioned like Blackarachnia, but there was no other choice beside death. Had there been even a small chance for anything else, Prism would have opted for that instantly.

She was aware of the protoform chassis ready for Sklog, she was aware of who had created it and it's original purpose, but they were all just floating words as she dwelled on the fact that it was all her fault. Wordlessly, she walked to the other side of the chassis, readying herself to pick it up and place it on the berth. She didn't even notice that Sklog had made an attempt to protest, though it should have been one of the first things that alerted her in the physical world considering her current state of worry and guilt.

[User]
With the chassis on the berth, Nightscream got to work. First, she leaned over Sklog and explained what she was going to do. She wasn't sure he could even hear her, but if not, it was just another point for her case. Bringing up some equipment, she started preparing for the spark transplant.

First, she had to hook up the other chassis on support. It took her almost ten minutes to do the checks once she powered the chassis up, making sure its mobility was unhampered, the processors were working and that the fuel lines were operational - It would do no good to transfer a spark into it only for it to wither and die without sustenance.

Then she grabbed a cord with a bit painfully looking connectors attached to each end and hooked up the processor of the new chassis with Sklog's own. She would admit to not really knowing how exactly the very essence of a cybertronian migrated form a body to another, she only knew what Shockwave found out needed to be done to achieve it, undoubtedly at the price of a couple dozen autobot sparks. The exact workings were probably not a mystery only to Primus himself, but what they known was that the personality of a cybertronian was somehow contained both in the spark and in the processor, and both had to be migrated at the same time.

As she worked, Nightscream was reciting an edited version of those thoughts to the autobots, leaving out the part of the horrible experiments. She was sure they would somehow know they were involved, but didn't want to hear it said out loud.

The warning beeps of the life support machines were urging her to work faster, and she slowly phased the autobots away form her awareness, immersing completely in her work. She kept silently muttering, continuing to describe what she was doing for her own comfort, but if they had an inquiry she wouldn't even register them asking.

Finally she was ready. The new chassis was operating on bare minimum - it could sustain the spark, move and had all of the sensors online, but Nightscream disabled its transformation capabilities for now - Shockwave's notes described the transplant as somewhat traumatic experience and that the mind needed several minutes to adjust - side effects included trashing around violently, catatonic state, temporary amnesia or identity crisis.

Moving back and checking over Sklog's failing vitals, Nightscream was briefly amused at what would be going through the dinobot's new, vastly superior processor when the first thing he would see would likely be his offlined old chassis. She made a maental note to ask later. Turning around, she looked at the two Bots: "Alright, showtime. I recommend vacating the room, he might not take to this well. I have other means to protect myself so I can stay and finalize the process." she said, drawing a thick cable from teh main bus and hooking it to her own chassis. Something inside of her hummed and stirred to life and in a few seconds, Nightscream was surrounded by a protective force field.

Tapping the appropriate command, she watched the spark extractor activate. It fascinated her how the individuality of a cybertronian, a life form built to last, could be stored in something so fragile it was barely tangible or corporeal at all. The life support let out a howl, no longer registering the spark in Sklog's body, but keeping the processor online whether it wanted to die or not.

The arm of the extractor moved over to the new chassis and the process reversed. At the same moment, all lights on the new chassis came online, as Sklog's body went limp and dark, the life support turning into one steady and long beep. Nightscream assisted Primus all she could, now it was up to him and Sklog.

[Assistant]
It was dark, very very dark.

Sklog was dying, this he knew for sure but this want the worst thing for him. He was glad that he would no longer need to worry about everything that he had realized in the previous day, all those emotions and thought would be gone in a matter of minutes or seconds. The Dinobot couldn't feel a thing but he could hear snippets of the outside world which was filled with the seemingness endless ramblings of Nightscream but at this point Sklog couldn't even make heads or tails of what was being said to him due to a multitude of factors, one of which being his rage at the people he once thought were his friends but now believed to be villains. Then there was the louder voice of Nightscream who was no doubly talking directly to Sklog but all the words went over his head as he began to loose his grip on life and fade away.

Then there was a deafening silence and Sklog couldn't sense anything. This would have been scary had Sklog been able to feel fear at the moment but he did not, he was aware, he knew he was incapable of doing anything but he couldn't think. It was as if he was frozen but was still able to witness everything.

Suddenly a blinding light erupted and a influx of sound came rushing towards Sklog along with a horrible pain coming from everyone of his joints. Sklog stirred into consciousness as his optics began to adjust to the light he saw a horrendous scene before him as he stared into the lifeless optics of himself. Sklog yelled out in both pain and fear in a voice that wasn't his own while jumping to his feet only to fall to the ground as he was not used to his new chassis. He finally put two and two together and realized what was different about him.

He wasn't himself anymore.

Sklog was filled with more anger than he had ever felt in his life. He stumbled to his feet as he drowned out everything around him other than the one other cybertronian in the room with him which was Nightscream. Sklog tried to access his weapons as he began to run towards Nightscream but with an alarming rate of thought Sklog realized that all his weapons were locked up and Nightscream had a force field up that would probably block any punches or kicks Sklog could throw her way so with a scary amount of thought Sklog ran back towards his lifeless corpse and tore off his no longer powered up mace and then ran at nightscream once more. Sklog doubted that the attacks of his previous weapon would do much to the shield as he noticed the external power source but he figured that bashing the shield for a while would buy him enough time to think of a better plan for taking out the treacherous deception.

[User]
The explanation as to what Nightscream was doing was not fully understood by Prism. Her eyes shifted from the protoform and Sklog, watching as everything was hooked up and pieced together. When Nightscream recommended leaving the room, Prism complied and left the way she came in, walking out and allowing Nightscream to work in piece. In the meantime, she would lean against the wall that the door was on with a solemn look on her face, still reliving the recent events. Her eyes angled downward, looking at the floor and refusing to look at Turbulence if he had decided to join her outside.

"We're in this because of me." She muttered to himself. "The big guy could be dead or worse, because I couldn't take orders."

[Assistant]
Locked once more at out of the lab, this time with good reason with their well-being in mind, both Turbulence and Prism were tasked to wait until Nightscream required their aid. But considering that Sklog in his new body may take things badly as Nightscream was predicting, assistance would have been preferred. At the same time though, better for the Decepticon not-so-mad scientist than the Autobots, especially since she had a force field to protect herself with. Though with an very likely anger Sklog in the room with a brand new suped-up body to use, Turbulence has lingering doubts how well Nightscream could handle something so unpredictable now.

Just like the Con' anticipated and not a moment too sooner did Turbulence pick up the muffled roaring of Sklog's tempered re-awaking on the other side of the sealed metallic doors to the lab. It was evidently clear that an intense thrashing was ensuing in the lab and more so probable was Sklog raging against the shielded Nightscream with whatever he could get his hands on - or even do for that matter. So far though, Nighscream had not reached out to the Autobots yet which meant the situation was so far under control. But for how long?

As a soldier, Turbulence was uneasy to the uncomplicated fact of a struggle going down nearby without him being involved in it; even it was to subdue Sklog had circumstances or choices been different. The Autobot contemplated the use of his weaponry in order to shift against the Dinobot or whatever he would be considered now. Unfortunately though his high caliber and explosives would agitate the confused big guy or worse; kill him. With the racket on the other side of the doors still present, Turbulence paced around the hallway too deep in thought to pay any attention to Prism. But with is her earlier expressions would talk for her, the Autobot flyer would have guessed a hint of sadness and likely regret. Still feeling contempt of Prism's foolish actions as of recently, he grappled with the need to scorn her for poor choices made and to remind Prism of the outcome that was now happening. Then again though, she may already know that considering how silent she had become with her head facing the floor.

Tired of not only waiting but hearing the unending shouts and violence within the lab, Turbulence became fed up and opened a channel with the besieged Nighscream, "Big guy really does not sound happy from over here. Do you have any ideas on how to stop him other than hoping to tire him out?"


[System]
Appearance:
Race: Human
Age: 24
Gender: Female
Job: Engineer
Personality: She usually is greedy, sarcastic, and grumpy, but when someone interrupts her when she's building parts or fixing the engine, she can be more irritable than usual.
short bio: When she was little, she enjoyed learning about engineering. She studied engineering through some books and when she got older, she took up engineering classes. Now that she's older and more experienced with engineering and technology, she wants to explore the galaxy someday. Unfortunately, her family is in debt. When she saw this poster, she took up the job as an engineer and fly on the Stallion.

[User]
@Infamous Empath @Warborn123@StormHeartWalked out of the bar with the others following her someone, (a fool presumably) decided to throw food in her direction, she shoot them a glare and continued on to where the others were,
This'll be good.

[Assistant]
"Well, if we aren't a great of pirates, we're a group of mercenaries. I'm pretty sure that you all aren't looking for fun adventures and helping out the Britannia Empire. How much money are we going to make from that letter?" Alexandra asked. She looked around for something interesting to look at. Unfortunately, the dark, smelly bar had nothing interesting except its putrid smell and barely passable food.

She still couldn't believe she had to wear a wax seal. She personally didn't give a damn about any of this, she just needed to make some money to get herself and her family out of debt. All she wanted was that letter of marque, aka her ticket to earning money.

[User]
It is a pleasure to meet you Viper William said as he reached to shake Viper's hand, his hand was massive compared to her's due to the armor he wore, he couldn't smell the putrid bar around him as judging by his comrade's reactions, it smelled like shit, worst than shit. like the worst smell able thing in the world, covered in shit.

Though one thing was on William's mind, everyone but her had gone by a nickname, was she trying to hide something?, I have a question, what's you're name? Will couldn't help but ask, he always was very curious, even though his curiosity sometimes lead him into trouble.

[Assistant]
The mechanical whir of metallic limbs moving walked into the bar, the glowing eyes of a thin and small robotic being scanned the area before walking towards other who seemed to be here for the same reason as he was. In his hand was the flier that had brought him here. Though naked, he had no genitalia and was covered with a backpack full of various medical supplies and different hands that were designed to be different medical appliances. Still, it waited, like a statue before growing impatient, or so it seemed and moved to talk to someone nearby.
"I am Kant, or, at least I have assumed the name. What do you call yourself?" The gender neutral voice soothingly voiced.

[User]
"It is a pleasure to meet you Viper" William said. Viper turned her attention to the male and smiled. "It's a pleasure to meet you too, Will." As his armour coded hand reached out to her. She reached her's out for a handshake too. Shaking the male's hand, she felt really tiny. Viper did hate this bars smell it was putrid and horrid...just horrid to her nostrils.

Looking at the male once again as he asked a new question. "I have a question, what's your name?" She nodded. Viper liked going by Viper but, she didn't really care if people knew her real name. "Oh, Jie, Jie Rulangi." Viper replied calmly and seemed not to care if people actually knew her real name or not.

[Assistant] Traveler-59 made it's way to the bar, a bit late it seems. A group at a table with a sign designating that this Headhunter fellow would be there. Even separated from it's previous group by years, old habits emerged. Observe: Seven. Conversing. One machine. Two organics, inhabiting shells. Several organics merged with machine. Organics appear Human. Traveler was lost in thought briefly before it remembered it's purpose of being here, an opportunity to employ it's skill set and the camaraderie it missed from the past. After a brief check to ensure it appears human, no need to reveal it's alien nature now, it headed towards the group. "Room for one more?"

[User] Shadow "Plenty, unless ye a gunner."

[Assistant] Shadow "Nah this one must be part of the boarding party, or maybe they got me a cooking assistant!"

[User]
@Kessir Tarkin

"Trust me, my cooking is terrible. Boarding party is a better fit for my skills. Well, unless we need to er... 'convince' someone to give information."

[Assistant]
D'ren leaned against the back of a chair acting a silent drunk, sipping a whiskey bottle. He eyed the newcomers carefully, but made sure nobody noticed. After sizing everyone up, he started to saunter away, back toward the bar, gazing up at the TV in the upper corner. He stumbled into a man as he slid his chair back to stand up.

"Oh sorry, mate," D'ren said, "perhaps ye should cast a glance behind ye once in awhile, yeah?"

The much larger human stood up, his bulk towering over D'ren by almost a foot. The large man's two friends stood up too; they appeared nearly as muscular, but not as keen to fight.

The brute said, "You bumped into me, Mick."

D'ren pursed his lips and nodded slowly, looking away. He grinned as he turned his green eyes back up to the man. "What did ya call me?"

With a snarling half-smile, the man leaned down. "You're a pale, yellow-bellied Mick who's had more brown than he can handle."

His buddies chuckled. D'ren nodded. "I mean, that's very colorful." His feigned drunkenness ebbed away. "Pale, yellow, brown. Let's see if we can add some red in there!"

As he said this, someone turned up some Irish music on the classic jukebox in the opposite corner of the bar.

The Irishman launched his booted foot up toward his groin, but the brute caught it. No matter, because the brown bottle was coming down against the bald bastard's temple. Shattering and sending the whiskey and glass shards everywhere, D'ren turned to meet the bully's charging companions.

"Yeah!" D'ren shouted, "Now this is a party!"

[User]
Empath@Lurking ShadowVescalla laughed at the blonde but as she did so she heard some music being turned up and some yelling and looked to see D'ren getting into a bar fight.
"Oh bloody ell!" she yelled across the room.

[Assistant]
Kaneda looked over as the Irish music began to play on the background and D'ren looked as if he was going to get the party started.

"Only a matter of time ladies and gents, let's give our buddy here some back up, things like this usually begin to escalate quickly!" He said as he met one of the men attacking D'ren. Kaneda ran swiftly to his side and slid on the floor kicking the man to D'ren's left in the shins and tripping him but not knocking him out.

He then saw a man lifting a bottle by the neck, probably just a patron of the bar looking for some excitement in his life. Kaneda met that challenge by getting back up to his feet and throwing a high knee to the mans jaw. He then looked around to see more of the people in the bar stand up from their seats their faces stern, drunk and full of pent up rage.

[User] "What happened to the interview?" Alexandra yelled. A full out brawl broke out, with drunken people hitting each other while Irish music played in the background. Alexandra had no idea what was going on and just sat there, watching everyone pummel each other to the ground.

[Assistant] Empath"Bloody buggars." Vescalla said as she pushed through the onslaught of drunken patrons as she moved to where the fight had started. With D'ren. "The hell you doin startn a bar fight?", she said though she still fought off patrons.(which was easy considering it was flesh against metal.)

[User]
"They bloody started it." D'ren stopped mid-punch and smirked at her. "So where are you from anyway?"

His opponent took this opportunity to pummel him. D'ren staggered back, holding his busted lip. Then he took out his handgun and shot the man in the face. Everyone - at least all of the drunken brawlers - sobered up and stared at D'ren.

"Sod off," he told them. They complied.

[Assistant] Empath"Scottland, me mums Scottish but me dads Irish" Vescalla said unfazed by the fact he had just shot a man and blood was all over the bar behind him. "Where are ye from?"

[User]
Empath Was that really necessary? William asked D'ren as he stepped over the corpse of a drunkard, now not only did the bar smell like shit, it also smelled like corpses, Killing people over a insult? he added, William had avoided the drunken brawl, he wasn't going to hurt himself or others for a fight he didn't start himself.

What a waste of life he thought in his head.

[Assistant] "Sometimes it's necessary, sometimes it's easier, sometimes it's just more fun." Vescalla said chuckling. @Infamous Empath

[User]
He looked at William, for the first time since he'd entered the bar, with a serious, sober countenance. "Ye know, first chance I get, I might kill you. Just because I can." He smirked.

D'ren turned to V, for that was what he was going to call her from now on. "I'm from Ireland, V." He put his arm around her shoulder and looked at the others in the party. "I'm a gun for hire, and a pretty damn good fighter. Plus I'm pretty good at crossword puzzles. Now can we finish the rest of this 'interview' on a ship, before the bobbies show up?"

[Assistant]
Empath Kaneda finished up two more men before he heard the gun shot.

"Party crasher." He said to D'ren, "but since death is now established and I wasn't the one to start it, I think I might join in, I have a chef to 'talk to' in the back if you know what I'm saying." He said giving air quotes and making his way into the back in the kitchen cracking his knuckles and making his way to dispatch the chef from ever serving that shit he called food again.

"Hey there, don't run, I just want to talk!" He yelled as he took out his gun and shot the thing in the hands, "you give us good chefs a bad name." He then walked back into the room, "ahhhh, so when do we leave?"

[User] Alexandra sighed. "This is why you don't have interviews at bars." She sat there, reading a book and waiting for the fighting to stop so they could just continue the interview already. How long will it take to get some money around here?

[Assistant] Traveler stood by as the brawl broke out. Whenever some drunkard attempted to punch it, Traveler simply stepped aside as their own momentum caused them to stumble away and occasionally collapse on the floor. "...Not worth any effort" Traveler grumbled. "If they wish to fight, the least they could do is be at least an adequate adversary. Fh'tgna."

[User]
Empath I'll like to see you try William laughed at the man's edgy comment, he felt like he was invincible compared to him, he believed his armor could deflect any bullets and any sword, despite the fact that the drunken brawl was the closest he's ever been to a real fight.

Tarkin He sighed and walked to wherever the Interview was supposed to be, he opened his mouth to protest at Kaneda's violence, but he felt it would be useless, he was surrounded by sociopaths and scoundrels. being a good human being was a job only William bothered to do.

[Assistant] Empath@Warborn123 That comment didn' seem all that true. @Kiwiwiwi"Yea lets get outa here before more drunken bastards show up and try and finish what these blokes started"

[User]
Kaneda walked over to William who had protested his actions and seemed a bit disappointed when he came back, he put his hand on Williams shoulder again patted it.

"Yeah win this one my friend, I couldn't bring myself to killing him, even though his food was ass and he deserved it if he thought he could serve that filth to other people."  He said as he then went back to the seats and waiting for the captain to say something.

[Assistant]
Tarkin Atleast no one will have to endure his bad cooking William said, he would've said something like "Attacking someone over food is dumb" but he didn't really care anymore, he just wanted to get on a ship and wanted to keep his head on his shoulder and not rolling around on the floor.
William went to where the captain was and waited for him to say something

[User]
Tarkin
"You should have killed him, best to leave no witnesses. Though I am a bit confused to why terrible cooking is a sufficient reason to kill another. As long as it provides sufficient sustenance, I think it does not matter how it tastes s'long as it is tolerable." Traveler said to the human in the shell.

Traveler briefly entertained the idea of killing the 'cook' in question before deciding against it. Too messy, and probably not enough time. I should find sustenance in the next few days, hopefully a better opportunity will arise. Traveler thought before following the others.

[Assistant] "No offense guys, but I don't want to die," Alexandra said while holding a table to deflect the blow from some random drunkard that was trying to kill her. "I will become a stowaway just to not get killed, seriously."