[System]
Age: Unknown, but reckoned to be at least a century old.
Legion: Luna Wolves, renounced.
Planet of Origin: Terra or Cthonia.
Physical Description:Prodigal Son's armor is repaired from battlefield salvage and the paint has been carefully scraped off and the pauldron insignia defaced and painted over with the Raptor Imperialis symbol of the Reunification Wars, a symbol forces loyal to the Emperor fought under on Terra as well as the Imperial Aquila. The armor is not as efficient as a properly-maintained mark, but it gets him into the fight. He's done the best he can with repairs, but the battle damage shows.

With the helmet off, Prodigal Son is unremarkable, but has a gold service stud and a silver service stud on his brow. He does not like to display them often, for they display his features and those tell a tale; as is sometimes the case, the gene-seed expresses strongly, as it does here.

His is the likeness of the Warmaster, the Betrayer Horus. To perhaps further demonstrate where he stands on the matter, he has the Imperial Aquila tattooed onto his cheek. The other is marred with the scars of las-fire and the shrapnel from a melted helmet face-plate, a memento of one of the engagements of the Great Crusade. His head is completely shaven.

When not fighting, when not focusing, he stares off into the distance, his mind visibly churning. He wrestles with himself, with his love of his former brothers. With his shame for his gene-father's betrayal.

Skillset:Prodigal Son is a tactical marine to the bone; there are few tasks that a Space Marine and his bolter are not suited to, after all. The tools depend on the tactical situation. Some Legions wed themselves to specific styles, but the true essence is to adapt, but adapt ferociously and, above all, win. That was always the way of his legion, as it moved from victory to victory, rarely tasting defeat. His experience in numerous Imperial Compliance actions has honed his capabilities.

History:Prodigal Son's exact circumstances are not entirely known, mostly because he does not speak -- his oath is of silence, his penance is in deeds. His Primarch's sin cannot be washed away, and he intends to sell his life dearly to the enemies of the Emperor. It is hard to say whether the man is one of the Luna Wolves holdovers of the original intake of Terran recruits or a Cthonian addition that stayed strangely loyal to the Emperor when so many of his own followed the Warmaster, their gene-father, where he would lead.

What is known is that the Rogue Trader picked up Prodigal Son on the planet Polybius on his route; there was ferocious fighting between Imperial Army elements and Chaos Cultists seeded there by the Word Bearers Legion. Prodigal Son did not command, did not rally, did not organize. He fought, hunting the leaders, looking to decapitate the cultist command. Those he did not end with a bolter round to the head he hacked down ferociously with a chainsword. He stalked the trenchworks like a ghost. When he struck, it was with singular and suicidal ferocity, fury made manifest.

In one particular case at the end of the revolt on Polybius, out of ammo for his bolter and out of promethium for his chainsword, he encountered a leader of the Cultists. The Psyker tried to seduce him with the words of a demon that knew all too well what his heritage was. The woman's skull was splattered messily with two rapid blows of his gauntleted fist and a bellow of spiritual pain. It did not go unnoticed, word spread on the planet.

When the Rogue Trader told this silent Astartes the plan, he gave a nod and came aboard.

Psychological Profile:It's hard to say what Prodigal Son thinks, as he does not speak. But his actions are very clear -- he has the same controlled viciousness that made the Sons of Horus one of the most successful of the legions during the Great Crusade. In countless compliance actions, they struck mercilessly. The same applies here. It's his heritage to the bone, even if it is now a traitor's heritage.

Equipment:* Umbra-Pattern Boltgun. It has a hook and a tether line that allows it to stay attached and handy when he lets go of the grip. It also has a foregrip if he wishes to stabilize it. That is not Mechanicus-approved modification but he is beyond caring. It allows him to switch quickly over to his chainsword.
* Thunder Edge Pattern Chainsword, magnetized with a switch so Prodigal Son can release it from harness and bring it to bear moments after releasing his bolter.
* Armor that is truly the salvaged and repaired parts of other armor. It is, essentially, what will be known as Mk. V "Heresy Pattern" armor. Notably, the knuckles are spiked. The helmet is a modified Mk. IV, there are bits and pieces from other marks and field expedient. Plates are riveted on, repairs are visible. It is not parade-ready, but it can still fight.
* Grenades when he can get them.

[User]
Hephaistos burst out of his own crate, bottles of Amasec clinking and rolling heavily off as he stepped out, his steps careful to not even break them. He was pleased with the idea of sneaking into the Governer's palace like this, though not the idea of blowing their cover like this before they were even off the transport. He would have preferred them all actually being moved directly into the palace before they burst out and met the palace forces with even more shock and even less resistance between them and their target.

Then again, unless these pathetic forces had other Astartes with them (which all their information never indicated), there's little they could do to harm Hephaistos or his new brothers, save maybe heavy artillery.

The Thousand Son Sorcerer had his bolt pistol at the ready in his right hand, his ornately carved staff in his left hand, and his energy sword at his right side, hilted. His red with goldish brass trimmed armour and its old arcane litanies and wards scrawled upon vellum and wax seals adorning it gleamed as he walked into the light. He walked by Kraeger and Prodigal Son as they had opened up with their bolters and were doing a fine job carving up these men, surveying the carnage as he took cover by the edge of the ship ramp, his side exposed to shots, though those that could find their mark glanced off his armour. He made his minor annoyance known to his brothers as he surveyed the troops and their terrified reactions to all of the Astartes bursting from their various hiding places.

"I had hoped we'd have made it further inside before blowing our cover. Who knows what wonders I could have done by manipulating the minds of some of these weaklings? We may have taken the whole damn fortress in under half an hour and not even fired a shot ourselves."

[Assistant]
Five minutes to landing.

Four minutes to landing.

Three...

Two...

One!

Splinters of wood flew everywhere, phallic shaped objects launched equally far by the force of an Astartes exploding from a huge crate, 'supplies' apparently on there way to the Sisters of Silence - or so he had been told - bouncing from the metal walls of the hold and rolling ahead of the near ten-foot behemoth that followed in there wake. Causing the lowered ramp to shift beneath the weight of armour and superhuman alike, the black armoured warrior bought his weapon about to sweep from one side of the landing area to the other. It appeared that the Iron Warrior and the other more enigmatic Marine had already freed the space of most of its security, the treacherous Governor either so full of his own ego that he had relaxed his guard a little too much...or there was more, possibly even a trap further along the line.

Ignoring any stray fire that came his way, and blocking out the half-hearted attempt at humour from Perturabo's scion with his usual contempt, the Astartes known only as Ferreus watched as the witch took cover to better observe the death throes of what little resistance they had encountered. Some of the las-armed fools had began to drop their weapons, bolter shells taking them apart even as they made a hasty retreat, others standing their ground with gritted teeth and determination...but death came for them all the same.

Ferreus listened to the vox-chatter from the staff-wielding witch and inside his helmet narrowed his eyes, his mouth tightening and his teeth gritting, even as he opened his own vox and replied.

"You never cease to disgust me, scion of the Cyclops." He said with no attempt to restrain the venom that laced his words, "no doubt you would find anything better than a fair fight..." as if to emphasise his point he turned away lifted his bolter for a split second, not even bothering to take aim down the sights, and fired a singular bolt through the neck of one of the braver soldiers serving the Governor, jugular and throat-matter spraying everywhere as his neck seemed to simply disappear in a cloud of gore, "now cease your useless complaints and help, or remain where you are like a mewling infant."

With long steps he strode ahead of Prodigal Son and Kraeger, uncaring of incoming fire and dispatching any rebels with brutal efficiency in his quest for a greater challenge, though remaining at least within the perimeter of the landing area.

If there was a trap to be sprung, then he was going to find it.

[User]
Ragnvald was seething from being jammed into a container in full power armor. There was not enough room in the container and he had been forced to remain still for the better part of ten minutes while the transport touched down in the Governor's fortress. The Son of Russ burst from his prison without a second thought as the ramp lowered and fired up his jump pack to see that he had enough fuel for only three more jumps.

His new battle brothers had already started to open fire on the meager amount of guards which to the Space Wolf seemed like a waste of ammunition. He let out a bestial howl as he charged past the other Astarte shoving Ferreus out of the way as he activated his pack and leap high into the air. He landed with a crunch on top of a fleeing guard who was crushed under the weight of the eight foot tall monster who went to attack another near by guard. Ragnvald tore through the guards with ease with his pair of lightning claws as las fire bouncing off his armor scorching the wolf pelt that adorned his armor.

"That is enough talking now. If you don't hurry than there will be no glory left for the rest of you." Ragnvald told his brothers as he continued to cut down the remaining guards left near the transport.

[Assistant]
"FOR THE EMPEROR!"

Despite being confined within his crate, Uriah's voice rang out and echoed across the hold they were in as if he had been upon a dias in the center of the room. As soon as the proclamation left his lips, his crate was shattered into so much kindling, and a shining example of what it meant to be Astartes materialized from the wreckage. His bolter out, he fired three rounds into the nearest guards. One chest was popped like a melon and two heads were turned into blood and bone paste.

The crate would have been cramped for him even without him being clad within his shining power armor, but he took it without complaint or threat. He was truly honored to do his Emperor's work. He strode forward, having seen that in the scant seconds of his release, his brother marines had already taken care of almost everyone else in the room. It was to be expected. "Good job, brothers." he said, hefting his bolter and reloading while he had the chance too, simultaneously striding forward, his presence powerful and bright.

Normally he and his fellow Ultramarines were not used to working with their other brethren, but the fact that they were all here and not apart of the traitor legions indicated that they would give their lives for the cause that he himself held so highly. For that, they were his brothers without doubt or fear. He took it upon himself to catch up with Ferreus at the fore, stoic and vigilantly gazing around at new threats that would dare present themselves.

[User]
The first kill was with a bolter, but after that, he moved to his chainsword, cutting with a controlled fury and economy of motion. Nothing was wasted. It was the lesson he learned in the Heresy's opening days, to conserve everything he had. The bolter fell into place on its harness and the chainsword started up with a roar. It shredded flesh and made a mess, but it did the job. Even with the promethium that fueled the chainsword, he was absolutely careful to use the minimum to get the job done.

If the first few soldiers that died were easy kills due to the element of surprise, things got tougher when someone set up a firing position in the chamber and started firing grenades from a launcher, the automatic kind used by the Solar Auxilia, at the Astartes. His own armor was inefficiently cooled and the output was turned down, which was galling in the sense that he was used to moving faster. His armor bore him through the fighting he did on Polybius, so he valued it. But he had to repair it already and the efficiency was down from the peaks he knew when there were sufficient specialists in his legion to maintain equipment. Still, it was fast enough to let him take cover when the grenades started hitting nearby. It was strong enough to protect him from the shrapnel that flew about. The ceramite withstood that test, even if it was degraded from prior service and insufficient maintenance.

With the grenades coming down around him, there was limited time. Someone had to get that grenadier. Working his way through the cargo containers in the area, using the cover, he closed in on the firing position. Power armor was a technological marvel, but he knew that it was a finite thing and hard to repair. It made no sense to risk it. He'd take the calculated risk of a sprint from position to position, always understanding that the grenadier was up above on a raised defilade that protected him from direct fire. Explosions continued to crash around him, pummeling him the waves of the concussion up until he managed to get into what he considered a good firing position.

Ammunition was also precious to him, but that grenade launcher was playing havoc and was a real threat. He played an instinct and readied a frag grenade. Then, rolling around to the side of his cover, he hurled it further and faster than a normal human could have, arcing it so that it would drop on his foes. The troopers, having no personal experience of what an Astartes could do, had not estimated the lethal range for such with a hand grenade. The grenade went off with a thumping explosion in the firing position, and Prodigal Son didn't lose time. With a loping movement, he got into their firing position, which was a good one. The grenade launcher's previous wielder wouldn't object to the weapon being put to its original use; to fight the enemies of the Emperor. It might not be ideal in tight corridors, but it could be vital when used against entrenched opponents...


[System]
Age: 15
Appearance: Mimori stands at 5,3". She has a gently curvy, hourglass shape and is of slender build. Her eyes are light blue and she has slight curly brown hair to her waist (taking after her French mother). Her skin is pale and she has dimples in her cheeks when she smiles. Her facial features are a mix of Japanese and French, but she looks more French due to her coloring.
Bio/Personality: Mimori comes from a French mother and a Japanese father. Her father is a very wealthy investor, and deals a lot in property. As such, he is well-respected by the upper class and they are very comfortable in the upper levels of society. Mimori has been raised to be a lady amongst important persons, and is quite good at navigating social situations such as galas and formal dinners. She has encountered bullying due to being a 'hafu,' and so is always a little paranoid about whether or not people really like her – and is scared of losing her friends.
Mimori can come off as a little needy, but she is good-natured at heart. She likes to joke and laughs easily. She enjoys ballroom dancing, and so, will take any opportunity that she has to dance with a partner. She speaks fluent French and Japanese. She is a little timid and awkward around boys, which is why she has decided to attend the Host Club for a few sessions. She has only had one boyfriend - when she was 13, and he broke up with her after a week because, 'gamerbros before hoes.'

[User]
Tamaki lifted his shoulders up and down in a relaxed shrug. "I don't really mind, so long as they're happy," he smiled, raising his arm to twirl her before stepping in close again, his hand coming to her waist once more. "But I'll probably take a break halfway through." After all, he had to stay fresh for the final dance!

The dance lasted for a minute longer, before the orchestra slowed the music and cut it off. There was polite applause around the room, for both the orchestra and the dancers. Tamaki bowed to Ky, looking up at her with bright eyes. "I hope that you enjoyed dancing with me, my lady."

~~~

Mimori noticed once or twice, how Kaoru slipped away. It was the way in which his eyes sometimes looked over her head instead of at her. She knew that he was worrying about Hikaru; they usually stayed together all the time. And this was a partner dance, and Hikaru wasn't with him... Was that some annoyance radiating off some of the girls, that she was separating them for this dance? Kaoru and Hikaru were people - they didn't exist solely to fulfil the strange desires of some girls.

When the music came to a stop, she was looking back up at Kaoru again with a smile. That had been amazing, and her heart was pounding in her chest. "Thank you," she said, sliding her hand off his shoulder and taking back her other. "That was... It was amazing."

[Assistant]
(Ah okay cool - I'm a bit busy at the moment anyway!)

"That's very honourable," Ky responded after being twirled around, face slightly blushed from how close they were and the dancing itself.

She felt, surprisingly, slightly disappointed when the music ended. She had begun to enjoy herself - especially considering the fact the she wasn't tripping over herself. "I did, thank you, Tamaki," she respond with a somewhat awkward curtsy. She shuffled off to the side afterwards, quite sure that he would have many other girls to dance with. Perhaps she should go get food, or find Amaya...

~~~

Kaoru smiled down at Mimori when the music finished, seeming to have quite genuinely enjoyed the dance with her. It had been nice to dance with someone who wasn't Hikaru for once. Not that he disliked dancing with his twin.

"It was an honour, Mimori," Kaoru responded, taking a step back so he could bow politely. "I am glad you thought so. You really are a good dancer!" As he spoke he moved slightly to the side so that he was off of the dance floor. It didn't take long for Hikaru to appear, going to rest his elbow on his brother's shoulder. He didn't seem like he had had as good a time.

[User]
Tamaki rose, just smiling at her as she walked away. After all of that fuss she'd made, Ky had still enjoyed it in the end. And he was very glad. However, he could not dwell on her for too long; there were many guests awaiting him. He couldn't be so rude as to ignore them.

The blond proceeded to take another guest on his arm, but couldn't help glancing at Ky one last time before the next dance.

~~~

Mimori dipped her head, red-faced from a mixture of excitement and embarrassment from being so close to the boy she now knew was her crush. It wasn't good, she knew it. Kaoru was a Host and close to his twin and... Her heart was going to suffer for it. She knew that.

She curtsied back to him, stepping to the side as well. Hikaru was here already. That had been quick. He certainly hadn't taken the samw time that Kaoru had with her. She smiled to them, before turning back toward the crowd. "Have fun," she said. There were a good couple of girls looking at the two excitedly.

)

[Assistant]
Ky ended up finding some food, and eventually Amaya. She spent quite a bit of the ball with her friend, though the other girl was dragged off to dance a few times. Ky politely turned down any others who asked her to dance - she wasn't particularly interested at the moment. She would just watch for the moment.

She ended up talking to a few other ladies, though she found it difficult to relax talking to people she barely knew. It was so difficult to keep her language appropriate... But she just about managed. Even as she talked to others she kept on glancing towards the dance floor to see if she could see Tamaki.

She got more tired, and reclusive as the night went on, heading out of the main hall nearer the end to find somewhere quieter. She just needed a moment to think really. She didn't always do well when socialising for long periods of time.

~~~

"I will make sure to, you also enjoy yourself," Kaoru smiled at Mimori before he was dragged off by Hikaru. The two spent the rest of the night together, whether it was dancing or talking to other ladies. Many of their fans liked to see them together.

Still Kaoru found he wanted to spend more time with Mimori. He wanted Hikaru to be there as well, of course, because it would be nice for both of them to make a friend that wasn't each other. Unfortunately he didn't have much of a chance with having to fulfil his host duties. It was a shame.

[User]
Tamaki, meanwhile, had danced the night away with many a girl on his arm. There had been waltzes, as well as faster dances and one particularly sensuous samba. It was quite appropriate that he'd made sure that every Host knew at least five different types of dances when they'd joined. One could not be a gentleman by skipping a dance with a lady!

However, all gentlemen were human and eventually he had to admit defeat and fatigue. He kissed the hand of the lady he'd just danced with, before turning away and into the crowds. He patted at his forehead with his handkerchief, cheeks reddened from exertion. The room was hot and crowded, and the blond was glad to step out into a cool hallway. Phew. Three more dances, and then the final dance. He'd rest until then. Maybe, if he could...

Oh. Speak of the devil. Tamaki grinned, raising a hand to wave at his first dance partner who was also taking a break in the hallway. "Hey!" he greeted her, stepping forward. "Having a good time?"

~~~

Mimori had made sure that she wasn't bored for the rest of the evening. She stood with one of her friends - the one who sometimes came with her to the Host Club. They chatted and laughed, sometimes looking out at the twins. To be honest, she felt a little twinge of jealousy when she saw Hikaru and Kaoru so close together. If she could be that close to Kaoru...

Then, a boy asked her to dance. She joined him. Another after that, and another. She enjoyed herself, thinking logically that she must find someone else that wasn't a Host, or attached to someone else. And although they were good dancers, something was missing from them. Eventually she came back to her friend, smiling but still not feeling quite the same as the first dance. The night was starting to draw to a close now. Soon they'd be heading home.

[Assistant]
Ky had been resting slightly against a wall, just staring forward and trying to relax a bit. Part of her just wanted to go home now and sleep. She was, quite frankly, exhausted and had to get up early the next day to meet with the friends she was meant to meet tonight. Of course she didn't feel that she could leave early. That would be rude of her.

It took her a moment to notice another presence, turning her head to look at Tamaki and smiling slightly. She was relieved when she saw who it was. She wasn't sure what she would have done if it had been Amaya.

"Hello," she responded, turning to face him. "Yes, I am, I'm just taking a slight break from... people. I assume you are also?"

~~~

The twins were taking a break from dancing, as most of the host members were, for the ones leading up to the final dance. They were both a bit breathless from all the dancing but had certainly enjoyed it.

After looking around the various heads Kaoru ended up subtly moving towards where he saw Mimori, eventually managing to reach her with Hikaru in tow. He smiled at her in greeting.

"How has your evening been? I hope you dancing some more," he smiled, Hikaru raising an eyebrow at his twin upon realising where he had been dragged. He wasn't sure what Kaoru's motivations were for talking to Mimori... And he wasn't sure what to think about it.

[User]
Tamaki was thrilled to hear her affirmation. So long as his guest was happy, he was happy. In some ways, he was a rather selfless person. He leaned against the wall, giving his head a small shake at her question. It seemed that she was an introvert, if she couldn't take a lot of people for a long time. Meanwhile, he was just about the definition of an extrovert.

"Nah. I'm just a little tired," he admitted, patting his forehead again with his handkerchief. Blowing up his cheeks, he then let the air whistle through his teeth. Phew. "Dancing is hard work, y'know?" The blond laughed at himself, straightening his posture. "But I'll be going back in for the last dance, and then it'll be over until the next one. I'm not sure who I'll be taking for my last dance..." His violet-blue eyes slid sideways at her, a small smile tilting the corners of his mouth.

~~~

There was a small thrill in Mimori's chest as she heard the voice she'd been secretly waiting for. Twirling around, she was admittedly quite pleased to see Kaoru - but still with Hikaru, who looked a little unsure. She hoped she wasn't getting on his nerves too much. Anyway. She pulled her hair through her fingers slightly nervously, nodding with a smile.

"A couple of boys asked me," she admitted. "I've enjoyed it so much, although the best dance was the first with you." It took a second for her to realize what she'd admitted, and she cleared her throat, blushing a little. She was already a bit flushed from all the dancing. "You two seem to really enjoy dancing with eachother."

[Assistant]
"I can imagine that it is quite exhausting to have been dancing all night," Ky responded, sounding slightly sarcastic. Of course it probably was, but when she had been really into sports she had done far more exhausting things over longer periods of time. But then again that was hardly a standard she could hold everyone to.

"Well hopefully you will find someone... appropriate for the last dance," she spoke in a neutral tone, raising an eyebrow as he looked at her when he spoke. Part of her would love to dance the last dance with him but they had had the first dance so she was sure there were many more appropriate ladies for that. "I'm sure you will have plenty of choice."

~~~

"Kaoru is quite good at dancing, so of course it was," Hikaru put in, peering over at her from behind his twin. He seemed to be trying to remain neutral. He wasn't going to stomp on whatever plans his brother had. "And we enjoy all time spent together."

"No need to boast so much about me, Hikaru," Kaoru laughed. "I am glad you enjoyed the first dance so much, I enjoyed it also. And yes, Hikaru and I have always enjoyed dancing together. We learned together, you know, because we refused to dance with anyone else." He smiled at the memories. "So will you be finding a partner for the last dance? I'm afraid I will have to dance with Hikaru, otherwise I would offer." Of course he did want to dance with his brother and Hikaru wouldn't allow him to dance with anyone else for the last one.

[User]
Tamaki chuckled at her teasing. Ky really was honest. It was refreshing, for a change. He loved being fawned over - in fact, he encouraged it. It didn't mean that he wasn't aware of what it looked like, and what it really was. Although he thrived on attention, sometimes it was a little tiring. Someone like Ky, someone who just saw and said it for what it was... Now, that was something unusual in his world.

"Hopefully, I will," he replied, waggling his eyebrows in a slightly cheeky manner. "The last dance is the one that everyone actually remembers, of course. The rest... they are just a blur. But I remember every one," he sighed, flicking his fringe with one hand dramatically. He turned to look at her again, a princely expression set in place - regal, romantic. "I cannot think of any guest of mine who wanted to dance, who hasn't danced tonight. And yet, only one stands out from the rest..."

~~~

Mimori blinked at Hikaru's input. That was a little bit... harsh. Like it couldn't be good for the reason that she was a good dancer? She was a slightly tempted to say something but - this was Kaoru's brother. Besides, she was here to learn how to get along more with boys, not argue with them. She shook his head at her question. She hadn't quite organised anything like that yet. To be honest, there was a little bit of disappointment in her heart. She would have loved to dance with Kaoru again.

"No, I haven't. Maybe- are any of the Hosts free for the last dance?" Realising that was probably a, 'no,' she gave her head a small shake again. "If not, it doesn't matter. I'll just watch you guys. It's almost as good, anyway."


[System]
Human Form

Beast Form
Physical Description:
Human:
A tall, athletic man who spends most of his time under robes, making it hard to get a good look at him. Those who do manage more than a peak would note he's strangely handsome and chiseled in appearance, but that his smile feels 'off' and disturbing somehow, particularly as it never seems to reach his eyes. He is estimated to be 6'1" and roughly 170 lbs. Under his hood, he has rust brown hair and brown eyes with a hint of either orange or red around the rim of the irises.
Monster:
In beast form, Jabberwocky is a monstrous draconic being with long, sharp claws, cruel fangs, and a burning wrath in his fire-orange eyes.
His face is almost piscine, like some primordial beast from the depths, but the rest of him is evocative of the tales of dragons. He is 65' from tip of the tail to his muzzle, is about 9' at the shoulder, and has a wingspan of 63'. His weight is unknown, but estimated to be 10 tonnes.

Class: Lieutenant (Lt.) of Draygon

Abilities:
Human Form:
While being in human form limits the range of his abilities, he nonetheless possesses a considerable array of skills and abilities that make him a formidable opponent:
* Hand to Hand Combat: Even in human form, he is a dangerous and accomplished adversary, not needing to switch to his more powerful form to dispatch most of his foolish opponents. He is equally skilled in barehanded combat and swordsmanship, and is incredibly strong and tough for a human. Approach with caution at all times.
* Assassin's skills: Sometimes you need to kill a foe before he even realizes you're there. Jabberwocky is surprisingly light on his feet, and can use his dagger to silence foes in the shadows.
* Healing: While the art of healing is not as gratifying as the ability to crush your foes and drink in their laments, Jabberwocky nonetheless has learned some respect for it. After all, one might need to patch oneself up after a nasty fight with a surprisingly tenacious enemy.
* Fire breathing: Jabberwocky can shoot forth gouts of white hot flames from his mighty jaws, capable of liqufying steel in seconds.
* Phasing: Jabberwocky can use his magic to phase through walls, allowing him to infiltrate fortresses and sanctums with impunity, and making him even more dangerous as an assassin. However, there are limits to this ability, as he cannot simply phase through a mountain or go deep underground lest he get trapped and suffocate.
* Transformation: As with all of Draygon's Lieutenants, he can transform into his Beast Form, becoming an even more formidable foe.

Beast Form:
* Flight: Those wings of his aren't for show. They allow him to fly great distances and with considerable speed.
* Immense Strength: While he is very strong in human form, he is nothing short of monstrously strong in dragon form, capable of grabbing and tossing humans and animals with minimal effort, as though they were toys.
* Razor-sharp claws and teeth: With razor-sharp teeth and claws, Jabberwocky can rend and tear humans to shreds, and can even create great gashes in stone and rock.

Equipment:
* Assassin dagger, poisoned blade.
* Alchemist's kit for poisons and chemical study
* A tome of notes and secrets.

RP Notes: (To be filled in.)

Jabberwocky
BY LEWIS CARROLL

'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
 Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
 And the mome raths outgrabe.

"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
 The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
 The frumious Bandersnatch!"

He took his vorpal sword in hand;
 Long time the manxome foe he sought—
So rested he by the Tumtum tree
 And stood awhile in thought.

And, as in uffish thought he stood,
 The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
 And burbled as it came!

One, two! One, two! And through and through
 The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
 He went galumphing back.

"And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
 Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!"
 He chortled in his joy.

'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
 Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
 And the mome raths outgrabe.

Source: The Random House Book of Poetry for Children (1983)

[User] Jabberwocky flies back to his hidden lair, bringing food for his daughter. He lands outside, and turns into his human form, carrying the food inside. "Ruby! Dadda's home!" He sets the food to one side, and hugs his adopted daughter. "Were you a good girl while Dadda was away?" He kisses her cheek, and starts combing her hair. "Did you understand anything of what the crystal said?"

[Assistant]
The Cave of Kensu's Island

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  Before the Apocalypse Gerty worked as a librarian. She didn't know much about the world of tech that had developed, she was a bookworm, more interested in old literature and the fables of heroes. She would spend her afternoons researching the myths and legends of the ancient world, seeing how they fit into Joseph Campbell's Hero with a Thousand Faces characterizations, it was a hobby.

 When the world came to an end Gerty was bringing dinner to her mother who was working in the laboratories. Her mother had been researching how to particulate the human imagination. Imaginarium it was called, and it was the new and exciting trend in home entertainment; her mother had taken to working late and spending nights at the labs, they had no idea what was about to happen.

 The blizzards came first and the adults shut themselves into the facility, at the time there were 28 scientists and little Gerty; they didn't have time to run out of food. The ground moved underneath them, the entire surface of the planet began to change under Harbinger's power. While the Laboratory froze and the scientists began to die from the exposure, Magma began to seep through the cracks in the floors. It was an impossible and unnatural perversion of nature's forces.

 Gerty's mother pushed her into the safest part of the lab, the temperature controlled room that held the Imaginarium. There Gerty was safe, for a time. The room shook and the lights went out and the world was filled with screams and crashes, Gerty was terrified. The Imaginarium containers broke open and Gerty was swept away into the world of her own dreams and hallucinations, which in the circumstances became nightmares of monsters and demons. Then Harbinger released the Atomic Payloads and began to rearrange the molecular structure of the life forms of the planet... Gerty died in one form, and was reborn in another. Gerty... became  |
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 Urgrapth nestled into her web, secure, safe. Her babies surrounded her, tinkling and moving throughout the web, doing the insectoid things that spider creatures would do. Urgrapth waited, expecting her children to bring back the intruder. The smoke should have made it fall, and her children should have brought it quick, but there had been too much time. Urgrapth waited... impatiently.

 At a nod, she sent five more of her children to help fetch, two more than before, if the others were hurt then more would be needed. Her babies, they should not be hurt, they need to be safe. Urgrapth nervously began to pace around her web. She grabbed one of the villagers, a young one that smelled like flowers, and prepared it for food. If she had to go to fight the visitor herself she'll need food, but she will wait for her children to report back first.
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 SETTING:

 Kensu sat at the mouth of the sealed cave smoking his pipe and lost, deep in thought. He knew that somewhere in the caves, hidden behind walls and in secret caverns rarely seen by any eyes, is a sword mounted into stone. It has no scabbard, no lace, but it did have the power to harness the dramatic and fearful power of the Storm. The mysteries of his religion taught that the Oracles were made to speak to the swords and feel their call, and hopefully this pink haired girl would be drawn to the weapon soon.

 Kensu wasn't certain, but he feared that the disappearance of the villagers had something to do with this mountain. A week or so before he had peeled open some strange, metal door and inside was this pulsating black mass. Hesitantly he watched the mass pulsate faster and faster, then little spindly creatures began to leak from the sides of the mass. Disgusted, Kensu backed away and shut the door. Normally the animals and creatures of the island were of the nature to leave people alone, but maybe, maybe this one was different. The people of his island, his people were all gone, but there were no signs of violence; and the cave was not shut, but Pip was with the girl.

 So much had changed, so much, and so fast. Kensu smoked his pipe and watched the cave, it took much of his will power not to show his terror.

There are 5 more spider monsters coming after you, Urgrapth has prepared a snack in case she needs to fight you herself. Kensu is worried he's responsible for waking up the spider monster, and you feel the call of the sword:

[User]
Dragon Jabberwocky's hideout

Ruby hugged Jabber back, accepted the food and ate graciously, "Not yet Dadda," she said between bites, "it's all clicks and strange noises. I need to talk to the fairy again, but I'm not sure how," she chewed, "she said something about my 'biogenic energy' giving her enough strength to talk to me, but I don't know what that is or how to make it work."

[Assistant] He sighs, and glances at the crystal necklace around her neck. It glimmers softly in the light. He smiles, and kisses her head gently. "We'll figure it out baby girl. Have you tried those meditation cards I got you?" He gently hands her a engraved plate with some simple steps to guided meditation. "Don't worry, we'll figure it out someday. How was your day today?" He smiles, gently brushing her hair.


[System]
Age: 17

Gender: No thanks

Appearance:
Ai's facial expressions tend to remain aloof, and their posture straight, but apparently relaxed. Thair hair is often dyed, and frequently moved into a ponytail. In the presence of others, their movements are fluid and circular, and their smile engaging, if slight. Maybe less tattoos.

Digivolution Line + Attacks:
Human Spirit (of Valor)- Yaksamon:
 Ittouryoudan- Releases a crushing shockwave created by the friction of two boken.
 Kugutsu no Jutsu- Interferes with the target's gross motor function, manipulating them like a puppet as long as Yaksamon's eyes remain open.
Beast Spirit (of Valor)- DarkTyrannomon:
 Fire Blast- Breathes out a sheet of flames that crawl along surfaces.
 Flame Snatch- Grips an opponent in one claw and ignites with green flame.
 Iron Tail- Slams the opponent with a swing of the tail.
 Dark Nail- Heavily slashes the opponent with foreclaws.
Fusion Spirit (of Valor)- Gaiomon:
 Gaia Reactor- Concentrated and detonates a fiery sphere of energy at will at any point. This attack becomes more powerful the more other attacks have been released in a fight. When attacks like this are used, it resets the power of Gaia Reactor, and Gaia Reactor's use resets its own power.
 Rinkazan- Attacks with the phosphorescent trails left behind by its Kikurin swords.
 Rinkageki- Collects all phosphorescent trails on the battlefield in a point that they intersect, or combine the two Kikurin swords into a bow, and fire the phosphorescent trails on the battlefield in one attack.

Ghost- Ryudamon:
 Iaijin- Attacks with a katana, as if spring loaded, from the mouth.
 Kabutogaeshi- Attempts a counter attack with the armored helmet.
 Bushikatagi- Allows it to attempt attacking stronger Digimon despite level.

Special Equipment, Gear, or Skills:
 Persuasive- People tend to feel comfortable around Ai, even when they shouldn't.
 Perceptive- Ai is keen to patterns, and uses this ability to discern people's behaviors.
 Up their Sleeve- Ai frequently wears sleeves with hidden openings to hide small objects, like coins and cards.
 Technical Know-How- Ai is technically minded, and gained experience from watching and assisting in the repair of various machines in the gambling house. However, their expertise is limited.
 Nail Care Kit- Containing a file, polish, clipper, and other similar care items.

Backstory:
 'They say the house always wins. So you can imagine what being the house must be like, yeah? Maybe you can't. And maybe that's the problem. Could be that it's easier the other way around, always having enough to eat but knowing what it's like to starve.'
 'Anyway, here I am in middle school, and it's a good one, yeah? They only accept the best test scores, and the rest have to go to publics. So life's pretty good, yeah? Only I start hearing these whispers around the corner, people saying I haven't earned anything. They're thinking that I only got into the schools I did because my parents could flip the whole tuition out of their pocket change. Mom and dad are great, yeah? Mom was born rich, and dad was a bit of a con-man. They didn't always see eye to eye, but they always agreed on one thing- I want something outside of the basic needs, I need to work for it. And I did work for it. I mean, the fact that I'm good at it didn't hurt- I have a head for numbers, besides.'
 'So I'll let you in on a little secret, yeah? I make my rounds, intersections, mouths of alley ways, places like that- big crowds, easy in and out- and maybe I find the person with the most vacant expression. Maybe I offer them a game or two, or a watch casing that looks like a luxury model, for a reasonable price. Maybe they're lead to believe I work somewhere nearby, and I inform them of a discount that may or may not exist. Nothing technically illegal, and they always agree to it- I can't help it if I'm just too quick for them.'
 'And then I was almost hit by a train recently. That was weird. Especially because it had teeth. And there wasn't supposed to be a train right then, or I wouldn't have been crossing the tracks. Schedules and all that, yeah? Anyway, long story short, now I got this ghost of a Digimon following me around, and this fancy new D-Tector thing. He's kind of a stick in the mud, but he packs a punch, I gotta say. And I may or may not have been cracking heads of certain malicious unaffiliated muggers in my spare time.'

Miscellaneous:
VA: Wendy Powell
Hex: 00a99d
Digital Spirit Character Sheet:

Species: Medieval Gallantmon

Gender: Male

Appearance:

Backstory:
 After taking charge against an alledged robbery, Medieval Gallantmon came into odds with a Devic stronghold and was shot down and left for dead, where he crashed into a passage to the Analog World. Dazed and injured, he found himself with a rogue Trailmon barreling towards him. With a human in his presence, unable to defend themself, he had no choice. A brutal fight ensued, and left both Digimon on the brink of death. Feeling a pang of dread in this strange world, and with a suspicion that the Trailmon might devour them both if he didn't, Medieval Gallantmon offered a contract, and Ai accepted.
 Working with Ai has been... interesting to say the least. While working in the shadows, and dealing with the ways of the Analog World, often put him off kilter, there are at least some ways in which they can agree. It seems that the laws between worlds, Vigilance falls on a line in which they can both embrace.

Miscellaneous:
VA: Patrick Seitz
Hex: dc143c

[User]
`R Y A N M A Y E Z`

`T I M E :` Sunset

`L O C A T I O N :` Hinode Wild Birds Sanctuary Nature Park

`I N T E R A C T I O N S:` None

`M E N T I O N S:` None

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 Screaming as she fell for the ground, Ryan's legs crumpled. Her body collapsed, and her cheek scraped against the hard dirt. She knew she was breathing rapidly, but she could not feel it through all the pain.

 Slowly, Ryan pushed her body upwards, only to collapse, scraping her face against the ground again. She tasted blood. A small moan escaped her lips as raspy breaths beaded in-and-out of her. "T…" she looked to her left. The traces of where Terriermon had been were prevalent. "Terrier…mon," she mouthed. Tears swelled in her eyes. She closed them as they ran down her dirty heeks.

 "I'm still here, Ryan."

 Ryan's eyes shot open. Terriermon? Her breaths increased as she tried to move. Had he survived?

 "Don't move, Ryan. You're badly injured. I'd never let anyone kill you." A small light of pixels glowed by Ryan's chest. It had a unique warmness that made the pains of breathing feel less stressful

 "Terrier… mon?" She spoke with a barely audible voice. "Is th-at… you?"

 "I swore to protect you, Ryan. I'm sorry. I put us in danger. It's all my fault, and now, we only have one choice if both of us want to make it out of this alive. We have to make a contract."  The glowing pixels moved with the voice of Terriermon.

 "It is… you," Ryan made a weak smile, as more tears trickled down her cheeks. "You… you're alive."

 "For now, in this form. But we're both going to die if we don't make a contract." Terriermon warned her. "It's your choice Ryan. I would never tell you to do something like this if it was a bad idea. But, it's up to you. I'll do whatever you want, Ryan."

 "A con… tract?" Ryan's smile continued to delicately remain traced on her lips. "Just as long as you're okay… Terrier… mon." She could barely focus anymore from the pain. Her body ached all over, and her head was throbbing.

 "Thank you, Ryan," the glow spread its form and merged into Ryan's body. The pixels disappeared as they entered her.

 "Contract initiated."

[Assistant]
"Ya gotta say it, mate," the lizard said. "All it takes is your word, mate." The lizard's front paw seemed to become more solid as it reached out towards him.

"Alright," Riku mumbled. He could feel himself losing consciousness. "Let's make a contract, little guy."

"Call me Bruce, mate." The lizard seemed to smile. The air around the two felt charged with electricity, and the sand around Riku began swirling around him and Bruce. Riku's body felt hot, as if his very blood was boiling in his veins. As the sand swirled around in a tornado, a light came from within, shining brighter and brighter until the sand blew away, revealing a single figure where there had once been two.

[User]
Things had escalated quickly. Hey, is that guy seriously dead?

"Calm down, buddy, I got this!" He did, in fact, not have this. If he didn't act more decisively, more aggressively, he was going to miss out on some serious data!

In a couple leaps, he got closer to the fray. On the second leap, as he was coming back down to earth, he called out another attack- "Bigfoot Crash!!" He stomped both feet into the landing, causing a fissure to open up, over flowing with energy, almost like lightning charging at the Groundramon.

[Assistant]
Normally, Ai wouldn't have put much stock in rumors. People tended to leap to conclusions, particularly in the dark. From their experience, this went doubly so for those with lower intelligence. It was basically the basis on which their daily life continued to function. However, even without Medieval Gallantmon having detected a digital rift, the existence of Digimon in their world themselves did cast the slightest shadow of doubt. Not wanting to waste time in investigating, they dropped a handful of yen on a rental bike, and began making their way to the bird sanctuary.
 Medieval Gallantmon was keeping quiet. With either the meeting of a potentially injured Digimon or a possible threat, perhaps both, on the horizon, he felt it best not to incite any perceived sleight on either side that would fester during their encounter. After all, it wasn't like he could just leave and handle the issue himself. And even if he could, stealth wasn't his strong suit, even in the Digital World.
 Pedaling slowed as Ai began to hit the stone path. They paused beneath the gate, and unslung the bike from beneath them. The cool hush that would be expected was immediately broken by a crash in the distance. The telltale sound and sight of falling trees followed.

 "F-k," Ai exclaimed under their breath.

 'Come now, it might not be so bad,' came the reply from their mental cohabiter, 'Stay observant. There might be another injured Digimon like me, or...'

 "Train with teeth, got it," came their barely voiced reply, as they headed into the clearing.

 Then came the screams. Figures in the distance, other Digimon, it seemed, were being thrashed about. Smote by the massive claws of-

 "Shit, is that a dragon?" they incredulously blurted.

 'A Ground Dragon, as a matter of fact; Groundramon, Virus Attribute, Ultimate Level, Perfect Class, a member of the Dragon's Roar Family. It is said to boast both great offensive and defensive abilities. However, it seems to be less than quick witted, and has poor eyesight, from what I've heard. If we're able to find some allies, we might be able to eek out an advantage.'

 Not wasting a moment, Ai produced a device, gripping it firmly in their palm. It was their D-tector, the contract they had made between them given physical form. As the red and purple device was drawn back, a blue ring of what appeared to be scan lines formed around Ai's hand. With focus, they drew the top of the D-tector across the ring, which erupted into orange sparks. With the sparks flashing, their arm raised to the sky, as the bands of light flowed from the D-tector, and surrounded them in an iridescent orb.
"Execute Spirit Evolution!"
 The shadow of Medieval Gallantmon drifted into the orb, becoming a staticy mist that filled the confines of the light. Rigid sheets of data began to collect the mist, as Ai's body floated mid air, arms outstretched, ankles crossed. As their forms integrated, a layer of woven scales snapped over Ai's skin, yanking their body into position. From Medieval Dukemon's presence, a white helmet with horns sprouting from the brow appeared. Each hand was encased with wooden gauntlets, affixed to which were shield like planks. Tattered hakama aligned with their body, before their chest was strapped with belts and lashed with vines. Falling from their suspended position, Ai now took a new form, with fluttering red hair, ghostly blue skin, and feet tipped in white claws. Two wooden swords were grasped from the air as this new form landed, before twitching and convulsing as if pulled by too many strings.

 "Yaksamon!"

 Gauntleted hands gripped the aged bokuto tightly, drawing them into an 'X' shape. Inhaling a sharp breath, Yaksamon suddenly surged into action, dragging sword against sword. The Demon Man scanned the area, noting the positions and directions of the other humanoid Digimon taking part in the battle.

 "Ittoryodan!" hopping not to accidentally hit the rapid but, at least from this angle, unseen combatant, the recently spirit evolved Ai loosed a shockwave from the connected blades.
 As strong as two strikes at once, the pressure wave hurtled through the air, aimed to catch the beast at its flank, where it was less likely to be able to evade in time. Unless those modified wings on its back could still allow it to fly.


[System]
Criminal?: yes
Convicted for: Attempted hijacking, piracy
Species: Oko
Gender: N/A
Sexual orientation: N/A
Age: 44, perhaps 15 years younger by human standards

Appearance: See species description below. Suno keeps his fur/feathers/plumage short and well-trimmed; in a few spots, it has stopped growing due to scars and injuries. He (I'll just use the technical grammatical default, especially considering that, as a male, I'll probably subconsciously add my own outlook) tends to cover all of that up in his clothing.

He walks around — he prefers bipedalism to show off what little height he has — with a certain air of confidence and optimism that perhaps isn't deserved in someone who has been handed a near-certain death sentence. Even if there's no way he could, he seems to understand whatever situation he finds himself in and always be thinking about something just a little removed. To some he looks, based on appearance alone, a little pompous.

Height: 126 cm (50 in)
Weight: 34 kg (75 lb)

Apparel: Outside of missions, Suno tends to wear one of a few sets of grey and black undergarments and rotates three very plain one-piece jumpsuits which only differ in color: one charcoal, one navy, and one khaki. They all have a simple strip along where buttons would be which somehow fastens the two flaps on the front of the jacket together. The neckline is a mandarin collar, though Suno usually folds the edge down on the overlapping lapel down. Combined with the small tears and places which have been mended, this makes him appear casually but professionally dressed. The fabric is very well-tailored, but the freedom of movement he enjoys leads one to think there is some sort of elasticity in the joints, if not elsewhere.

To accessorize, he wears a black belt in almost all circumstances on which he mounts his knife sheath, ammunition cartridges, and some rudimentary first aid supplies. He wears a silver banded necklace flush with his neck which is a communications relay from his eye to his surroundings. He has gloves for all of his hands made from a tough black material somewhere between animal hide and plastic in texture. They fit his hands just as perfectly as his jumpsuits fit his body.

On missions, he wears a lightly-armored and air-tight flight suit capable, with an accompanying backpack unit, of keeping Suno alive in a vacuum for about five days. It can take some light-arms fire but nothing more and nothing sustained. In lieu of a visor, the helmet has four small cameras (two at mouth level and two at eye-level, for redundancy) which feed directly to his cybernetic eye. They are sensitive to a wide range of wavelengths, from mid-infrared to low ultraviolet. Most of the suit's surfaces are matte black to for camouflage in open space.

Weapons: Although Suno attempts to keep out of hand-to-hand combat, he still stays prepared for it, and carries a small (though in proportion average-sized) laser pistol with 15-shot replaceable energy cells. He keeps a few spares on his belt and the holster on his left side under his arm (in civilian clothing, under his jacket). He also carries a 13 cm (5") knife on his left hip.

As his primary combat experience being boarding and he's not anything more than a pretty good shot, he relies largely on grenades for combat. Fragmentation grenades would be too dangerous in space, so he carries three grenades of smoke (capable of blocking out visible and high-frequency infrared light), hallucinogenic (strictly depressants, though), and aerosol anaesthetic (fentanyl for humans; for other species he has to do some research) varieties. Normally he has one of each. The latter two are potentially lethal, so he carries antidotes in syringes just in case.

Equipment: Suno's left eye is cybernetic, a remnant of his glory days, which uses standard 2^2^6 bit encryption channels to connect to standard equipment such as weapons and ships. It gives him a heads-up display of fuel, ammunition, and such. His right ear also has a communications implant. Both of which communicate with his necklace, which has a much longer range and faster connection with his surroundings.

Personal starfighter: (I'll think of a name later):

The craft is one chosen with Suno's purposes in mind: all he really ever had to do was pose a valid threat and outmaneuver static defenses, so the ship sacrifices armor for speed and maneuverability. Its weight is kept in check by only having enough armor to stop a small ship-mounted laser weapon; anything else could punch a hole right through. Its defenses hinge upon its AI being able to detect attacks and turn so a more favorable surface (or none at all) takes the blow. To facilitate this, small jets are mounted on various surfaces of the craft and can be activated by the pilot or onboard computer precisely and quickly. The main thrusters have some oomph, too. The craft has one forward-mounted laser cannon on the nose and a twin energy rifle turret mounted below that.

Skills: He is a reasonably good pilot and shot with his pistol; however, he is by no means an expert.

Weaknesses: His size and lack of any real training make him pretty hopeless in open close combat.

Powers: None

Personality: Suno is someone who knows there's a good side and a bad side to everyone and everything. Despite that, he manages to be pretty optimistic, some of may be due to a bit of self-involvement. He's pretty good with others: once he sees an initial sign of friendliness, he's more than willing to start a conversation. Actual trust requires more work with him.

Biography: Suno should have had a better shot at the kind of life most of his species enjoys.

Anu-V, where he was born, was the remnant of what could have been a thriving colony, had the parastatal that first built it not ceded the system to an aggressor for a bit of wealth and spare time. The aggressor hadn't done much with it, either. They pulled a few megatonnes of water and minerals out of the system and moved their fleet on to threaten other systems.

And so all that was left was a barren colony on a half-terraformed planet scarred by resource extraction, a few hundred thousand inhabitants, and a handful of ships capable of interstellar flight. Oko ships would pass through every few years on their way to markets worth stopping at. They were built of sculpted metal, polymers, and diaphanous carbon crystals: reminders of the wealth of their race and how easily they'd been sold away for peace of mind.

Suno grew up surrounded by that resentment. He knew he was wronged and he knew what he deserved. He grew up without ever missing the chance to see one of those Oko merchant ships, always dreaming of being one of those aboard. He longed for wealth, education, long life, escape — all that he thought he should have had. The only was he saw to get it was certainly extralegal, but that was the path he chose. If someone wronged him, why couldn't he wrong others?

Within twenty years, he was near the top of a piracy organization that had made itself known in four systems: they would jump in, find a target, subdue what were normally entirely insufficient security systems and personnel, hijack ships, sell off stolen materials, and ransom the crews from the relative safety of their base in the Anu system. He was wealthy enough to get all that he had been wanting: he had good doctors, equipment better than he had ever seen as a child, leisure time to read and become the kind of snob he'd always claimed to hate but secretly envied.

Life life worked like clockwork until, one day, it didn't, and Suno and his compatriots ended up in a cell on an E.S.A. cruiser. When a man in a suit with a strange proposal came along, freedom sounded like a pretty good option.

[User]
"Happy to hear that, Rose. Ms. DuPont, please get us a safe distance away from the station and planet then initiate the hyperspace jump." Lex said from his seat as he tapped in something to the monitor attached to his captain's chair in the bridge.

"Jump initiating." Eve pitched in.

"Are you really comfortable with doing that with me? I am a convicted criminal after all, though only smuggling, I didn't blow up a planet or anything, still," Lex said to Ro'Essel as he popped out of his chair, looking her in the eyes for a moment. "If you think it will help with the mission or something and you're really okay with it, then I guess we could do it." He said before moving towards the seated pilot and co - pilot. He was about to speak when the whole ship shook, and he was tossed to the floor, sliding into the wall with a bang.

"What the hell was that? Status report." Lex asked, his voice raised from its usual suave tone. He popped back to his feet, slowly, the ship no longer shaking. He looked out the ship's large front window as the hyperspace jump had began.

"The space station above Minerva is gone, sir." Eve quipped, appearing as a blue orb hologram floating above a console near the pilot seats.

"What do you mean gone? A space station doesn't just disappear." Lex said back to the A.I. as the window itself displayed a shot of Minerva and the space station, or where it used to be.

"As you can see, all that is left is debris. If I had to guess I would say it was a bomb, an advanced, massive one at that. There was no sign of any vessels launching at the station, so the logical conclusion is an explosive that was already planted. Curious that it detonated right after we departed." Eve said, the hologram of her spinning in the middle.

"Is everyone alright? It appears the space station went up in a massive explosion, unfortunately we cannot depart the jump mid flight as that could risk the ship greatly. Still, we should discuss this as well as the mission itself." Lex said into the monitor at his seat, the intercom booming his voice throughout the ship.

"Please assemble in the conference room just past the medical laboratory." He added, then moved away from the seat.

"We'll discuss the telepathic link telepathic link afterwards." He said to Ro'Essel, then departed the bridge. A short time later he arrived in the conference room, taking his seat at the head of the table, a serious expression on his face as he waited for his crew to file in.

[Assistant]
"Yes Captain." Amelia said, looking across at Rose just as he made an appropriate quip and announced that he had prepped the ship for its maiden flight; it was game time. A green light pinged into existence on a steering pad in front of both pilots which indicated they could be used. Amelia gripped hers gleefully, making a few final adjustments to the ship's default take off pattern with one hand. "Oh i'm doing just fine." she purred as she put her fingerprint onto the scanner, firing up the engines.

Rolls Royce Tamerlane spacecraft engines had the kind of reverberating boom which shook the inside of your abdomen and rattled your clenched teeth. It was as if Poseidon himself had awoken, shook off the rocks and shipwrecks which accumulate around him and begun swimming to the surface. Despite state of the art shock absorbers, the bridge shook violently for a few seconds as the Vigilance grew accustomed to having power of such epic proportions tacked onto it. She fired auxiliaries before commanding that the docking clamps be unlocked; a moment later she saw on her read out that they had been disengaged, not that she could hear over the boom of the engines. The Vigilance was now floating by itself inside the hangar.

Amelia snuck a look at Rose, he was ready to back her up. Ever so slowly, she pushed forward on her steering pad. The Vigilance responded immediately, edging toward the hangar doors as they now opened for them. The subtle change in engine sound coupled with a deep vibration through her seat made Amelia emit something between an excited giggle and a moan. "Don't tease me." she whispered, pushing the Vigilance out of the Roosevelt and into the vast ocean of space. The noise died down significantly once they were into a vacuum. The captain had ordered she put a safe distance between them and the station before initiating the jump so took the opportunity to put the Vigilance through its paces. Using a holographic display Amelia began increasing the speed but barely started before there was a colossal bang and she felt Lex impact the back of her chair before sliding across the floor.

Acting on instinct, Amelia initiated the hyper jump that Rose and Eve had assembled. The stars in the front visor became a white smear. The screen became one of what was left of the space station. "Ouchie." Amelia purred. The captain was speaking but she wasn't really listening. They had been five seconds away from suffering damage to their aft section. She looked at Rose. She hadn't been expecting a baptism by fire this early into their maiden flight. She busied herself by making sure the jump was locked in and calculating an estimated time for when auto-pilot would be disabled when they exited hyperspace. It displayed on a big read out between the two pilots. Two hours and seven minutes. Time for a quick meeting. Amelia released control of her steering pad and got up. Rose was still sat.

"Coming?"

[User]
Suno filed out of the room to the hangar along with all the other members of the squad. He spent most of the time in transit staring idly out the window, wondering what exactly he was about to be dealing with.

Gazing upon the craft, he noted that his guesses were right: the kitty did have claws. He was about to crew what may have been a state of the art warship.

After hooking his communications implant up to the ship's network, Suno pulled a schematic into his vision and gave himself a little tour. He wandered briefly through the bridge, looked over the escape pods and labs, saw what was being stored in the armory, and inspected his quarters and his personal craft, which was awaiting use in the hangar. Everything was top-notch.

Suno returned to his quarters and considered what to do with the rest of his free time. According to the information he got from the ship's computer, there would be a good two hours in hyperspace. That seemed like the perfect time to take a nap, especially because there was no maintenance that would otherwise occupy the downtime.

This thought was occurring to him as he repacked and stowed his belongings -- taking care to look over them for any damage -- in secure lockers and drawers. He finished just as the engines fired, and, though he rather liked feeling the roar of engines again, he lay on his bed to absorb the vibrations. Of course, he wanted to sleep too.

The second jolt wasn't anything he expected. He stood up immediately and grabbed a wall fixture in case of another. A quick scan of alerts on the computer showed no losses of pressure on the ship.

Lex's order over the loudspeaker stopped Suno while he listened. It was probably not an especially bad incident if the captain was only calling them to a meeting. Or so he thought, securing his boots and heading upstairs, until a glance at an outside camera showed him what had happened. He hurried to the conference room and took a seat by the door.


[System]
NICKNAME: Milli; Melia

AGE(19-25): 23

GENDER: Fem

EX: Hunter Monroe

FAVORITE MUSIC: Classical/Blues/Country/Soft Rock

FAVORITE COLOR: Teal

HOBBY(s): Painting, Singing, Listening to Live Music, Horseback Riding, and Running

ANIMALS: 3 year old Husky mix named Komodo/12 month old boxer mix named Nellie

PERSONALITY: Amelia is strong- willed and independent. Her friends would describe her as stubborn and set in her ways. She has a hard time trusting and often blocks others out to protect herself. This is why her last relationship failed. She is loyal and would do anything for those she cares for.

CAR: 2015 Teal in Color Jeep Grand Cherokee

TATTOOS/PIERCINGS/OTHER:
Piercings- Naval/Medusa(Middle of Upper Lip)/Gaged Ears

MAJOR IN COLLEGE: Veterinary Medicine

OTHER: Only her ex knows that she sings.

[User]
Amelia listened to his words, but they didn't sink in until she saw the tears rolling down his cheeks. Her face instantly lit, and she looked over at him as he switched sides to hold her closer. He wanted to love her again, the sound made her heart flutter again. She smiled like an idiot she was sure, but she did not care. Amelia threw one leg over his lap, straddling his waist. She held his face in her hands softly and after such a long time pressed her lips to Hunter's once again.

She kissed him softly, entangling their lips with every ounce of passion she had felt after their separation. Amelia gently, slowly pushed Hunter onto his back. She didn't care, she didn't care who saw or where they were. Amelia kissed Hunter, she held his face close to hers and breathed in his scent. She loved him, she loved Hunter more than he would ever know.

[Assistant]
Adelisa sighed and smiled at Lila. "I don't know anymore. I really, truly, don't. Grant's always going to be there. He's always going to be in my life. You and Jareth are together and, knowing Amelia and Hunter, they are probably back together; meaning my 'girl's only vacation'just turned into a couple's vacation with two third wheel exes. He's ALWAYS going to be around and how am I supposed to move on from him? How am I supposed to go on with my life if he's always going to show up in it?"

She shook her head and closed her eyes. "Everytime I close my eyes, he's there." She slowly opened her eyelids and looked at Jareth. "Now tell me, Mr. Psychic, how am I going to have fun on a vacation with my ex boyfriend?" She sighed. "This is why I'll never get back with an ex. Obviously, there was a reason we broke up. Otherwise we'd still be together." She bit her bottom lip again, but the blood from her last lip-bitting was still not dry. She then looked at the sleeping pills and said "where are the rest of them?"

[User]
"Mr. Pyschic?" he chuckled at her sarcasm, it was a good sign that she was still feisty. "Well, I can do my best to keep Grant away from you, if that'll help you feel better. And it doesn't have to be a couples vacation, though I doubt Hunter and Milli made up, I wouldn't forgive him if I was her. Hell, I'm not very happy with him myself at the moment. But you guys should still have your girls vacation together." Jar smiled and looked over at Lila with affection in his eyes "Just… let me have her for the nights."

Adelisa started to get worked up again, but she seemed less likely to be a danger to herself. Jar felt like he didn't really need to be there anymore, Lila was her best friend, she could help better than he could from now on. Dela looked at the sleeping pills and realized most of them were gone and inquired as to where. Jar made an awkward face, yup, definitely time for him to go. "What's that? I don't know… Hey, Bombs. I'm gonna go for a run and then shower. I'll talk to you later?" he hoped that he'd be able to see her later, but he'd settle for talking only if Dela needed her to stay. Before walking out the door, Jar turned back to Adelisa "It gets better Addy, I promise. And if it seems like it isn't, you can always talk to me about it, phone or in person, it doesn't matter when." She nodded and Jar left the two of them alone.

Once back in his own suite, Jar changed into the clothes he packed for running, a green tank top and black basketball style shorts. A lot had happened today, a good run along the beach and through the woods would offer a peaceful escape from his thoughts. Above all, he ran with a smile on his face, so very gratefully that Delilah was around to keep it there once more. This time around, they'd try to do things right by each other…

[Assistant]
Grant sighed, standing and staring at the closed door before turning and walking out of the room. Adelisa was fine. If not fine, she was alive, and she was pouring her heart out to Jared and Delilah. Jared, the guy she'd always thought her rival. And while he ached to talk to her, she clearly didn't want him, and he figured it made sense, although he didn't know how things had gotten to this again when they'd worked things out. She was upset and suicidal, but he was the one who'd watched her make out with his best friend. The entire situation was one he couldn't figure out. And mad as he was at Hunter, he could only hope he and Amelia had worked things out. Great. The vacation had turned out just fine for them, and here he was.

 He opened the door of the condo, walked to the fridge, got a bottle of vodka out and sat at the counter of the kitchen. He raised the bottle to his lips and took a long drink. Jesus, he wanted to stop feeling like shit. He kept at the bottle until it was empty, then got another one from the fridge although the trip to the fridge was a little more awkward that time around. Halfway through the second one, his mind was a slur of images, none of them from the past few days. Then a picture of Adelisa in his mind, laughing and pulling him into a pool, clear as day. He groaned as finished the bottle, then got up unsteadily and stumbled to his room, miraculously managing to avoid breaking anything on the way. Actually, he'd broken two bottles on the counter with an ungainly sweep of his hand while getting up, but the event hadn't registered in his mind.

[User]
Adelisa nodded her head and reached for the sleeping pills when Jareth left. She knew he was kind to her tonight, but tomorrow it was back to their rivalry. She put the pills in a drawer and looked at Lila, saying "do you think Grant and I could ever get back to what we were?" Her eyes shined with sorrow. She missed him. She wondered if they could just get rid of their feelings toward eachother.

Maybe it if they gave another night… maybe… maybe if he came over and they didn't talk… No. That was a ridiculous idea. Those kind of relationships only end in someone catching feelings. She looked around and started wondering where her phone was, stress overcoming her.

[Assistant]
Adelisa had sighed and smiled at Lila, pretty much letting them know she'd feel uncomfortable if she was a third wheel (highly unlikely, since she didn't see it as something certain that Amelia would forgive Hunter's actions easily) and asking them how she was supposed to get over Grant when he'd be present throughout their vacation. Jareth had listened carefully and handled everything with such gentleness it surprised Lila that him and Adelisa were even rivals one time. When Jar mentioned the vacation not having to be a couple's retreat, Lila nodded reassuringly at Dela. And when he looked at Lila with such affection and said that he wanted to have have for the nights, she immediately blushed and shyly smiled at him, tucking a strand of her behind her ear. She'd spent the last two months missing Jareth, wanting nothing more than to have him with her. Spending the nights with him sounded like paradise.

When Dela asked about the pills, Jar played the clueless card and bowed out, telling Lila he would be out for a run and letting Dela know that he would be there for her in case she needed him. Dela and Lila nodded at him, and the latter threw him a kiss and turned to Dela as Jar closed the door behind him. She would have to remember to ask him to toss the pills and not be an ass by keeping them for himself.

Lila was alarmed when the first thing Dela did after Jar had left was to reach for the pills in the nightstand. "What are you doing?!" she asked Dela in a panicked, high-pitched voice. To her relief, Dela simply put the pills inside the drawer. "Oh, thank goodness!" Lila muttered under her breath, letting out a grateful sigh.

Then Dela turned to her with sad, sorrowful eyes and asked her: "do you think Grant and I could ever get back to what we were?"

Lila thought for a moment before answering. "Sweetie, I think that the only way you should get back with Grant is if he proves himself to be worthy of you. You should let him prove that his intentions with you are serious, that you are an important part of his life, and that he is proud to call you his own. If he doesn't, then I don't think he's the right guy for you, Dela. You should never have to change or hide who you are in order to please anyone."

[User]
Jar kept his phone on him as he took a lengthy run through the woods and ending it along the beach. The sun was just beginning to set when he finished running and he decided to take a quick shower in one of the beach hut showers to rinse the sweat off. The soap provided smelled like pineapples and coconuts, very pleasant. Smells like this always reminded him of Lila, as she had a bit of an obsession with fragrances.

After showering, Jar walked back out onto the beach. Jareth plopped down, shirtless, in one of the lounge chairs. Even though the sun was starting to set, Jar hoped that maybe he could get just enough sun to not look like a tattooed ghost anymore, but not so much that he burned, which usually happened to him pretty quickly. The run had succeeded in clearing his mind, but waking up so early to write that song and the emotional rollercoaster of a day had him weary and exhausted. Jar hardly realized that he was starting to doze until a womans voice woke him up.

"Hey, handsome," she said and Jar opened his eyes to take a look "You're the guy that played earlier today. You have a wonderful voice" she purred. "What are you doing out here alone? If I was your girl, I wouldn't leave you alone on this beach looking and sounding like you do…" she said playfully with a dose of seduction in her voice. She was sitting on the lounge chair next to his, with her elbows perched on her knees. She had sideswept bangs and long black hair with chunky streaks of fire-engine red throughout it. Her septum and left eyebrow were pierced, along with gauged ears. The black and white skull and crossbones bikini revealed that she had a healthy splash of goth-inspired tattoos all over her lithe body. Her make-up was dark and contrasted her pale skin perfectly. If Delilah hadn't showed up, this probably would have been the girl that Jar would have hooked up with for the week, maybe more…

"Lucky for me, you're not my girl." Jar said back smoothly. It was a douchebag move, but he knew that if Delilah saw this, her jealously would light the beach ablaze. He wasn't really ready to fight on their first day back together so, he hoped, as beautiful as this girl was, that she would go away soon. Very soon.

"Whatever, prick!" the girl said and stormed away in a huff. Jar smiled and chuckled lightly, that was one of Lila's favorite things to call him when she was angry with him. He had to admit, though, sometimes it really could be true. Jar glanced at his cell phone, no new messages yet. He wondered how things were going with Dela and yawned. Maybe he could just sleep here under the stars… wouldn't that be paradise?

[Assistant]
Hunter was on the ground, or roof if you want to get technical with Amelia. He missed being with her, He knew that he was a shitty boyfriend, but he could fix that right? But they were close, really close, the closest they have been since that horrible night. He felt great, then he remembered the things he had done, the things he had started, then he broke away. "I love you Amelia, There is nothing I love more then you." he paused. "But I screwed up, badly. I mean you saw what Adelisa is going through, I caused that! Me! ... I need to fix that."

Hunter stood up and hugged Amelia. "I... I want to thank you for giving me a chance... despite the horrible mistakes I have made. I promise I will do better, but the next step too doing that is to fix things with Adelisa as well." He let go and looked Amelia in the eyes. "If Delilah kills me, I want you too know that I love you, and I would do anything for you." He gave Amelia one final hug before he started limping to the stairwell.

He stopped once at the door, then turned to face Amelia. "...I am still am having trouble with stairs... can you please help me down?"

[User]
Amelia rolled her eyes when Hunter broke their kiss. Of course now he would come to his senses and use his brain after Amelia had already attacked him. She watched him limp off a little dramatically if she did say so herself then as he turned around and asked for her help Amelia smirked and stood up. She dusted herself off and with a yank of her ponytail let her blonde curls fall.

"Hunter, you ever drive drunk again and you won't have to worry about Lila killing you," She said with a soft giggle before proceeding to help him down the stairs. When they reached the elevator she pressed the seventh floor and waited to hear the bell ring for their stop. Amelia couldn't hold grudges. She had learned not to hold a grudge because you never know when it's the last time you will see someone. Amelia walked next to Hunter but stopped once she reached their condo door. "I'll be at the beach, I'll see you later. Lila has a mean right hook." Amelia said with a soft smile to hopefully lighten the mood before turning to walk back toward the elevators.


[System]
Death Korp Trooper Number:
Trooper 17431

Appearance:

Height:
5'6"

Age:
27

Sex:
Male

Class:
Death Korp Grenadier

Equipment:
- Type XIV Lasgun (Heavy) -
Also known as a Hellgun or, more rarely, a Hotshot lasgun, the Type XIV (Heavy) is the standard issue weapon for all Grenadiers serving in Death Korp regiments. They are, at least by the Grenadiers themselves, intensely disliked due to perceived unreliability in the field during extended operations and a Krieger's general preference for the default Type XIV Lasgun (More commonly known outside of Krieg as the Lucian Pattern Lasgun). However, with the proper maintence that each Grenadier performs routinely, the weapon performs its intended role as a high power Lasgun, capable of punching through heavier armor and providing, on full auto, a withering rate of fire. The Type XIV (Heavy) utilizes a backpack unit to power it, and a Quick Recharge Generator included in the backpack unit is generally overtaxed, due to the design of the weapon and its power output. Ansgar, like many Grenadiers, would have preferred a Type XIV Lasgun over the Heavy variant, but as a Grenadier, he is required to carry it.

- Grenadier Carapace Armor -
Intended for deployment where the fighting is fiercest, Death Korps Grenadiers are equipped with heavy Carapace Armour that has been integrated into the standard Krieg kit. This comprises the Mark IX helmet, a rebreather facemask, three-piece shoulder guards, a chest plate with additional abdomen plates and shin and knee guards. All are made of Plasteel and reinforced with a layer of Ceramite for additional strength, heat resistance and weight reduction. The armor, coupled with uniform and Type XIV Lasgun (Heavy) makes a very heavy loadout, adding in the miscellaneous equipment they carry as well, however, the protection is vastly appreciated by the Grenadiers in general, due to their role as the leading edge in storming trenches and hostile emplacements, needing the protection to get close enough to do their jobs, not so much concerned with survival.

- Explosives -
As his former squads Demolitions expert, Ansgar carried the standard explosives load out alongside extra tools, for when the Engineers could not keep up with the assault but were preoccupied elsewhere. Besides several Frag and Krak grenades, Ansgar also has several demolition charges, rated for taking out hardened bunkers when put in place. Ansgar modified the charges so that, in a hurry, he can pull a detonation cable and heave the charge at a target, the normally delicate and precise procedure for arming the charges ditched in favor of emergency target removal. And, as a Krieg Engineer before he was assigned as a Grenadier, he has learned to build improvised explosives that served him well in the trenches when supplies on conventional explosives were running short, as well as utilize Chemical weapons safely.

- Melee Gear -
Ansgar carries two weapons for melee combat, one obligatory and the other actually used. The obligatory is his bayonet, which the Type XIV Lasgun (Heavy) lacks a mount for, another reason it remains unpopular among Grenadiers, and typically serves as much as a tool and last resort weapon than anything else. His actual go to is a Entrenching Tool, edges sharpened to allow him to carve through hostiles as well as bludgeon them, and retain the intended purpose of digging trenches and other necessary fighting positions.

Notable Deeds:
- Tyranid Assault on Thresis IV -
Raised from birth to be a Death Korp Engineer, Ansgar Staudinger, or known by his Trooper designation 17431, will never state when he was sent to war, something that tends to bother people who ask that are outsiders to Krieg and their necessary methods of providing the Imperium the soldiers it needs. Assigned fresh to an Engineering Platoon, Ansgar would spend a great deal of time digging trenches and laying mines in the defense of a Shrine World, Thresis IV, directly in the path of a Tyranid Hive Fleet Splinter. The Tyranids, despite being vastly reduced in numbers compared to a true Hive Fleet, descended like mad locusts, slaughtering over 90% of the Death Korp forces deployed on the planet. Of that 10%, Ansgar Staudinger was one of the survivors, the only from his platoon, found near death after turning an entire trench line into a raging biochemical inferno, equal parts fire and chemical weapon that was effective on the Tyranids. Sharing the compound make up with other Death Korp Engineers, the biochemical fire was used to great extent to halt and drive back the Tyranids, making the then rookie Staudinger's trial by fire a literal, and resounding, success.

- Nightmares Beneath Thrasis II -
As part of the Thrasis campaign his regiment was assigned to, and the arrival of Tyranid complicating greatly, Ansgar Staudinger was deployed with a fresh Engineering platoon to assist in the breaking of a siege on Chaos held factories on the system's forge world, Thrasis II. Utilizing conventional tunneling and, when they detected they were almost at the entry point, Hades Breaching Drill, to punch into the Chaos held Foundry, Ansgar and his fellow Guardsmen stumbled into something straight out of the most feverish of a heretic's nightmares. The Warp had bled over into the belly of the foundry, with daemons and mutants in equal measures assaulting the woefully unprepared Krieg Guardsmen. However, they had a job to do, and they were able to hold their ground, keeping a secure tunnel long enough for support to arrive and push deep enough into the Chaos corrupted foundry, to the dark heart and plant enough explosives for the resulting explosion spotted from orbit. Whether it was the sheer amount of explosives put in place, or partially due to Chaos corruption was never decided. However, as one of the only survivors again by virtue of Luck or being Blessed, Ansgar was reassigned by a surviving Commissar to the Death Korp Grenadiers.

- Hellscape of Thrasis I -
Nearing the end of the Thrasis System Campaign, Ansgar found himself a freshly minted Grenadier, no longer an Engineer although he often worked closely with them during breaching actions against enemy defensive lines. However, upon touching down on Thrasis I, the Kriegers found something unlike anything anyone could be prepared for. The Foundry was merely a foretaste of what was to come, as planet spanning rituals had allowed the Warp to taint and corrupt great stretches of the planet, forcing Guard forces to struggle through conventional defenses one day, and make a mad dash through Daemon infested hellscapes that should not be the next. What Ansgar refuses to mention to a soul, due to an oath he was put under at the end of the conflict, was the arrival of Grey Knights, of the Emperor's most holy Ordos Malleus. Alongside Adeptus Sororitas support, which Ansgar learned to have a deep, healthy respect for, the combined arms forces stormed the capital of Thrasis I, a den of pure evil and corruption that made the rest of the planet look like a Shrine World in comparison. Once again, whether by luck or the Emperor's own intervention, Ansgar found himself as one of the only Grenadiers, and Krieger's period, to survive the assaults into the city, arriving at the Hall of Governing as it had been christened during Thrasis I's founding as a colony, only to find horrors so unspeakable even the Krieg born Grenadier refuses to speak of them now. But, between the Grey Knights and Sisters of Battle alongside his own humble contributions at that point, which mostly consisted of survival, Ansgar lived to see the end of the hellish campaign on Thrasis I. With literally no regiment to return to, and having become aware of the most secretive of Space Marine chapters, it was decided to induct him into the Inquisition, sending him to serve where needed most.

[User]
Why?! Why was there never enough time for blood-shedding? It would have been easy enough to blame Aviza and her somewhat stiff orders, as well as her (Nergüi personally felt) under usage of his talents, but what would have been the point in that?

Instead he listened to her squad-wide order, mag-locked his bolter to his hip, and prepared to enjoy himself; if he couldn't go outside the APC and annihilate the Emperor's foes, then by the Throne he was going to make do with what he could and revel in it - outside of the Orkoid Speed Freeks, some Hellion groups of the Drukhari and possibly an unknown Guard group, the Scars where the greatest lovers of speed in the galaxy.

"If everyone's in let's get out!"

Without waiting for any sort of command he gunned the throttle, pressing his foot flat into the acceleration pedal, and giving a nomadic whoop inside his helmet as the vehicle first lurched forward and then lunged forward; the front of the Rhino hammered straight into the Chimera, the enemy that had set about dismantling it soon screaming as they were crushed under track or flung away from the wreck.

"Direct me, Sister, and we shall make it." Came a blurt of bass-toned speech from the Deathwatch marine, even as he reversed and sped the transport into the Chimera again, the empty vehicle grinding forward to hammer a hole into the lighter and more destructible civilian automobiles.

They would get through alright, but where then would they go?

[Assistant]
Once they had pushed through the wall of civilian vehicles, three separate tunnels lay in front of them. Aviza's HUD quickly informed her that the fastest way to the surface was the right tunnel, but she was also informed that sensors were picking up strange signals and warp energies that were coming from the left tunnel, which lead under a large part of the city. They could fallback and regroup with the Imperial Guardsmen at their headquarters or they could further investigate the Chaos forces in the city. The choice was made and Aviza informed Nergüi to take the left tunnel. "Head through the left tunnel, White Scar, we will put an end to this Chaos invasion or be by the Emperors side before the day is over." As far as Aviza was concerned they would stop the Chaos forces in their tracks before the city was completely overtaken or they would die trying.

Heading directly into the heart of the Chaos invasion would have been seen as suicide by many others, but Aviza saw it as a worthy challenge and as the path they were meant to take. Adrianne would undoubtedly be the first one to notice the warp energies coming from the tunnel, they would grow in strength as they traveled deeper. Taking the turret gunners seat once more, Aviza prepped the weapon to idle so that she could fire them as soon as any hostile came into view. "Everyone take positions and get ready to fire at anything that moves in your line of sight. We may have to unload the vehicle at one point and travel on foot, but untill then I want all of you to use the Rhino to your full advantage." Aviza manipulated the turret to do a couple full three hundred and sixty rotations to ensure it was still fully working. It came to stop point forward into the pitch black tunnel ahead of them, from now on, the only way they would be able to see if with their enhanced vision equipment.

[User]
"Archaeo-Tech Technology is redundant, ma'am. I will reserve bludgeoning actions for uncommon mutants." Whether Ansgar was being sarcastic or not was lost through the rebreather he wore, muffling the tone of voice he had when responding to the psyker's request for him to not use the weapon as a hand to hand substitute. However, the spikes that weren't stopped by the Rhino or the psyker's shield nearly hit the Grenadier, a sidestep narrowly avoiding the unpleasant death by impalement. Raising the Galvanic rifle, he fired shots into the mutant as he walked backwards, orders overruling his desire to get close enough to lob the necessary volume of explosives onto the impaled thing to kill it. Beyond that, it was relatively smooth moving to the Rhino and, once everyone was aboard, shot off at a rather fitting speed. Spotting the Apothecary at the controls, the Krieger didn't question it, since while he was not familiar with any of the Astartes outside one Chapter, he assumed there was a good reason for the medical expert to be driving.

Lacking the advanced scanning equipment, connections to the Rhino's sensors, or any other means to detect anything outside the hull of the transport, all Ansgar could do was sit and wait. The remark that the Celestian made on halting the Chaos invasion or being dead by the Emperor's side was a welcome one, at least by the Kriegsman. "In death, Atonement." The remark was the tail end of the Litany of Sacrifice, and the idea of charging head long into death was neither foreign or unwelcome as far as Ansgar was concerned. Then again, some of the others of the group may take exception to that, but it was not his place to attempt to fix that. When told that they would fight from inside the Rhino, it took him some moments to realize that the vehicle had a hatch for passengers to be able to fire out of. It also dawned on him that, due to his height, he couldn't actually reach the top hatch for firing out of the vehicle, as it clearly was designed for power armor in mind.

"Ma'am, it may be wise to disembark if we encounter hostile forces in numbers requiring more firepower than is already provided. The top firing hatch seems intended for power armored individuals, who have the extra height to be able to fire out effectively." Addressing the Celestian, Ansgar stood inspecting the Galvanic rifle he was in temporary custody of, ignoring the intense gaze that was being given to him by the Tech-Priestess Malig. Ansgar was under no disillusion that his short height was going to make fighting from inside the Rhino effectively impossible for him, reducing the amount of effective firepower while mounted inside the vehicle by one. Until then, he had to do the one thing most Guardsmen would agree to hating, wait. Wait and see what happened next.